Crasses et Voluptés

All Knowledge-Princes of Earth-man, all

Ancient Seraphim of heavenly Desire, Devas, yogis

& holymen I chant to-

Come to my lone presence

Into this Vortex named Kansas

I lift my voice aloud

Make Mantra of American language now

I here declare the end of the War!

Ancient days' Illusion!-

And pronounce words beginning my own millennium

Let the States tremble,

    let the nation weep,

        let Congress legislate its own delight,

            let the President execute his own desire—

this Act done by my own voice,

                nameless Mystery—

published to my own senses,

        blissfully received by my own form

    approved with pleasure by my sensations

        manifestation of my very thought

        accomplished in my own imagination

            all realms within my consciousness fulfilled

    60 miles from Wichita

                near El Dorado,

                    The Golden One,

in chill earthly mist

    houseless brown farmland plains rolling heavenward

                        in every direction

one midwinter afternoon Sunday called the day of the Lord—

    Pure Spring Water gathered in one tower

            where Florence is

                    set on a hill,

            stop for tea & gas

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