Occupied by its inner-workings,
Wisdom, though often restrained
As mere megrim, and before dissolving
To distinctive memories, is communicated
In withering languages - intent on the heightening
Of our celebrity; soon descending, however,
Through raving advancements of our own
Swelling notoriety and nestling, unnoticed
Between points of immovable abstention,
Caged by tremors of silence and fed
To the hungry mouth of history.
From such disgrace may even glory grow,
Provided, as human error intones, that
Our absent-minded rhetoric be at once
Disposed to the destruction of
The ingenuity of a revolutionary principle.
