“I COOKED MY BRAIN…”
“I cooked my brain on an iron rod…”
“I cooked my brain on an iron rod…”
“This man is like a mechanical toy…”
“Fine edifices shall be dimmed by ivy, / Grass weave a carpet over every stone…”
“Jiggling / rhythmical methodical…”
“Bland excursions into time to come…”
“All that we only knew / Shall perish and sink and grow dim.”
“spiral motions of cosmic forces increasingly more electrical…”
“Arouse! arouse! electric brain…”
“Beyond that star, beyond!”
“The dawn of one world-conscience for all men…”
“The will constructs rhomboids, nonagons, / And paragons in time…”
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“Sultry moon-monsters ‘ Are dissolving.”
“I admire my arrogant spiked tresses…”
“Whirring of machine belts, blurring of horses and motors…”