when learning had stripped the earth
of her mantle and beauty
when grey cities reared their
towers grim and ugly to the skies
when no poets sang save
the twisted phantoms
when foolish childish hopes
had gone away forever
a fleeting man, toward the spaces
where dreams had fled
a city where sterile twilight reigned
toiling through turmoil
his vision opened to many secret vistas
becoming one with dream-haunted skies
wild streams of violet midnight
vortices of dust and fire
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