Laughing and free, you have sold your soul.
And now did you know? you are growing
Step by step, minute and second, each breath
A tombstone set with calm decision...
Progression multiplies in convolutions
Growing, doubling, overflowing—plucking leaves away
Ten hundred fold; but hear the river departing.

No more will eager rain fall headlong silver,
Nor will the occan waves creep dying to your feet;
Only strange rivulets, intersecting things
Will secret come to drain your mid-night pain.
Or are your midnights each a blossom
Over-ripe with willingness?

Stand in the dark, the wind's long arm on your shoulder.
Hear! Who are you? Who are you?
Rattling the window panes of [unclear: toawareness]—
The axis of your symmetry unloosening
Leaves open spaces wide, where fear will descend
Through all your afflictions to meet you.