wings O
divine
                slowly

feathers manacle
the air beneath
you boundlessly
the earth trembles
beating
a sour hot tattoo

as bustle muscles
to and wither
froing going
men and ladies
mingling like
sweet
                like

salty spit like
tongues
even to enter
one tingling
mouths
                 they yaw

and pitch
i think it grossly
wonderful
and i see marked
amongst the figures
hurriedly to
mix (bile and honey)
the longing stuff
of girls
                 but

O wings lifted
a pinions to heaven
ever whiter
i yet don't
turning seamlessly
upon the moral
wind
              i
                   fly