Songs

Noise comes, noise as noise in noise;
Calls itself the noise, the noise
So tall, so thin, yet not aboding
Omens, nor smart features goading –

But its predominating figure
Subsists to self a social stature.
Thick lights provide the noise no vision
But passed, pampered, waived derision –

I sound not that they are confounded
Or of presence absorbed or mounded –
I speak not of them; but of the noise –
Of that I speak, and with lyrical poise.