~`^

Exon magmox,
down the steed!
stow the martyred benson!

dog-dwarf!
report for duty!
stay the main sail!
she billows,
trembling before the continent!

aye!
cordon the bin-twine yaw!
capsize the dingy!

in the wizard glass!
what?
yes land! i see land!
you see monks that stand?
and native maidens,
braided and faire.........
they cry tears of love!

the men
belch and chirp
the queen's tongue,
and sauce the hair of the rat!
quarreling,
they neither row nor tie.

rear them?
no.
loose the flame of the lamp!
burn this fakir ship to the sea!
offer it to God!

FROOM VROMP SHOOOM!
through the bubbles
falls an awesome swell
to pull, to sink, to float,
to tell the Truth with every stroke.

waterfoam goes
to the twinkling shore
where emerges a man,
hot inside,
shedding the cold ocean,
lighted with salt.

upright and upon the sand
his feet transmit the heft of land
stands he
on the rock of the world,
oh liberation,
oh charanara