Compression

Echoes, returning visitors of nerve's traffic,
children of body's past empires
greet the dawning mind;

the moment of repeated wheels afresh
bubbling up in ecstatic union,

these memories dissolving,

Wake me to new visions.
A moment's hostage of condition
quakes the grip of sight,

saturated in the flood of
singing scrolls, the ear cannot cleave.

The array'd pallet of scenery calls the mover to motion.