"In the regions unknowable—Thea!—
Where the Noumenon chums with the Nous,
Where the Idol gets hep to Idea,
And Pythagoras ogles a Goose,
"In the heavens of Brahm and Osiris,
Are they peeved with this revel, I ask?…
Does Pluto like this, where his fire is?…
What in hell do they think of this masque?…
"Where the avatars, drowsed in Nirvana,
Lie folded like bees in the comb,
Where Jove with his spangled bandanna
Wipes off the nectareous foam,
"Where the deities, avid of Is-ness,
Resurge from the Flivvers that Were,
While the wild Chaotical Whizness
Gives place to a Cosmic Whir,
"Do they relish this josh of the josses?
Do they lamp not the same with a grouch?
Are you stinging these gloomy Big Bosses
To a keener, immortaler ouch?"
Hermione murmured: "How eerie!
You are voicing my own Inner Mood!
Ah, me! but the world is less dreary
If one is but Understood!
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