imagination

in magic nations

imagine gyrations

(and)

image stagnation

in machinations

of magistration

42nd and 6th

 The rhythm of the world,
isn’t so obscured here as to be imperceptible:
Although I long to be upstate again
(‘midst the trees, peaks, the ancient cemeteries,)
I steel myself for a moment here,
and hear:
an insistent beating, of is. is. is.