The wheel dissolves,
the cross collapses on its guest,
down from the pole where
the terrified nurse has climbed
to prove his craziness
a whimpering, a song dispels in the breeze.
The clever musicians
have discovered their power
of lies and unreal fantasies shot
true as horse to the lonely, confused man,
archaic chimneys blacken between crumbling lathe,
but wherever God patiently proves
he leaves the errors smoldering as he leaves the galleries laughing,
he has himself fitted the jacket to his limbs,
put the sand in the glass.