Ever reeking from the vales of earth
Ascends to us life\'s fevered surge,
Wealth\'s excess, the rage of death,
Smoke of death meals on the gallows verge;
Greed without end, imprisoned air;
Murderer\'s hands, userer\'s hands, hands of prayer;
Exhales in foetid breath the human swarm
Whipped on by fear and lust, blood raw, blood warm,
Breathing blessedness and savage heats,
Eating itself and spewing what it eats,
Hatching war and lovely art,
Decking out with idiot craze
Bawdy houses while they blaze,
Through the childish fair-time mart
Weltering to it\'s own decay
In the glare of pleasure\'s way,
Rising for each newborn and then
Sinking for each to dust again.
But we above you ever more residing
In the ether\'s star translumined ice
KNow not day nor night nor time\'s dividing,
Wear nor age nor s3x for our device.
All your sins and anguish self-affrighting,
Your murderers and lasivious delighting
Are to us but a show
Like the suns that circling go,
Changing not our day for night;
On your frenzied life we spy,
And refresh ourselves thereafter
With the stars in order fleeing;
Our breath is winter; in our sight
Fawns the dragon of the sky;
Cool and unchanging is our eternal being,
Cool and star bright is our eternal laughter.
