A Ring of Smoke

Ideas of the ether
The Earth
The instruments of the comets
The Ancients of the object
Then the body falling
Coming from so far away
The light of so many years
Redundancy breeds redundancy
Inhabiting a shell
Addicted to several seconds of a warm well being
Protected by a knot of holes
A ring of smoke
Solid with faces
With struts and edges
And millions of foreheads
Filled with practical passions

Noble generations
In tears
Foreign fields and fiеlds of light
There in all directions
Lost light occupiеd by signs and sympathetic fevers
And functions of the senses
Idiopathic forms
In form of the motionless senses
The ether
The Earth
The instruments of the Anceints
Then the body falling
A ring of smoke
Redundancy it's falling
A ring of smoke