Calling images, nations, imaginations
of the sphere in which Being is impearled,
refined and maintained in infinite gradations
from the nadir to the pinnacle of the world,
and manifest in historical dreams –
in the Minnesang, in Panza’s disjointed prose,
in Viennese cadences that marked off the seams,
in the unseamed flow of the through-composed –
historied by Turks, Huns, by maniacal Picts,
from antiquity’s then to the currentest now –
copied out in its varietal scripts:
the Nietzschean return, the Whitmanian Tao…
Calling Lama, La Mantian, Brahmsian, Brahman,
most refined, most common…Meine Damen
und Herren, ladies and gentlemen, dà jia hau!
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