... when we achieve our Joy, or when we feel
he worthless feathers of Ornamentation

superfluously set upon Th'Heel
of godly Necessity's steps, any (our too human) action

is swiftly enough followed from its crude
immaturity by the well-seasoned (thusly) passing mood...

SOLOIST: Looking Up

... that Faith rides recklessly atop an unexploded pack
of dynamite Eyes--

... And this much the pageantry
of Fate makes plain to those able to see

what fiery obstacles Reality puts on th'Track
Mankind follows so silently & tortured by All

th'small, laughable noises of The Closing Night
imparting so much terror on Mankind at its downfall

but--The crystal shattering Twilight!...