For him I sing,
I raise the Present on the Past,
(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)
With time and space I him dilate–and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself, by them, the law unto himself.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
For him I sing,
I raise the Present on the Past,
(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)
With time and space I him dilate–and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself, by them, the law unto himself.