WORLD’S END

The tympanum is worn thin. The iris is become transparent. The sense has overlasted. Sense itself is transparent. Speed has caught up with speed. Earth rounds out earth. The mind puts the mind by. Clear spectacle: where is the eye? All is lost, no danger Forces the heroic hand. No bodies in bodies stand Oppositely. The complete world Is likeness in every corner. The names of contrast fall Into the widening centre. A dry sea extends the universal. No suit and no denial Disturb the general proof. Logic has logic, they remain Quiet in each other’s arms, Or were otherwise insane, With all lost and nothing to prove That even nothing can be through love.