from loned who but the shadow of the band and blew the cry that
shivered the cities down to the last telephone emptied down to the
visible mad rocking and rolling over lofty stanzas of gibberish, &
tortillas dreaming of the sky! industries! spectral nations! invincible
mad houses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs! ments, trees, radios,
tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about
us! gone down