Excelsior
PANORAMA --- golden slopes flow in sinuous grace into a chalice where liquid pearls are conceived with the imprint of the solemn horizon and the implacable ocean. stature, firm and proud, yields to no torment forged by mankind. this voice cleans the air from ripe and fusty emissions festering in the boroughs of spleen. twilight sinks, the moon gallops; cavernous drumbeats settle for no less than the fugue outreaching the furthest canopy. --- WOMAN