Tide swells up to the constraints of form
Cold, sinister
Spreading nausea from the sky to thoughts to traffic,
seasickness become universal, small animals in the ceiling
Sudden birdflight flashes
Off wave-pang panic reflections
Face-on-the-ground wallops of beauty and evil,
flipping, simultaneous
Ground gargoyles grinning, the sepulchral skyline, steel mausoleums
Leap howling into the onrushing metal
London kills me
And nothing to drink
Basic functions of the body in Titanic projection skyward
Strike, attack, scream of Pan
and every face etched with it,
the inner stream polluted with it,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe
flowing prophetic to the estuary
(Fried goat-cheese reflux of chunks and brine)
Once and always one of the dark places of the earth
And here it stands, erected,
barged in with insane effort and expense to this shore
got good into her Book and tongued her every passage
Immolated nest to radiating square;
Ominous antenna of On
Still the highest technology of the city
inducting flows of currency, corruption, genius, goods
voices carved into images undecipherable, shining to the gods
River of Sothis to River of Isis
Echoing-back metropolitan from all the standing columns of Empire
Ringing stone-electric axles of space and time
Tell me all. Tell me now.
Delta-wise gossip, cylinders and ovoids
all floating, all shifting, none stable, all beautiful, all sick
Drawn erotic drops from an ancient drinking party burn and heal
in cities of the sun and the rain, funneling pure din
with open ears in chains.
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