I had a dream that this vision would last,
and I'll do anything to realize it
within these watchful hours, which past
will be wakes in the course of my eyesight:
The lights were still shining, and the wind was
peeling off my skin into snowflakes stirred
into the unguent of my deeds, which does
truly mean that I worked here undeterred:
Vision of the future is Providence,
maybe of the city, but what I mean
here is the opposite of Fortune's fence,
wherein all is given 'gainst the Wheel Queen:
I see the top of the world in my wake–
all the continents (sizzling, gleaming) quake!

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