Inopportune Insect

Inopportune insect stray dragonfly
All directions of the space it kindles
In evening's chapel where sail forth the disarmed ships
Where do float the baskets of lost balloons
In dry air of science
All of the books stacked tiered towards glory 
Navigations between these dead eyes these lifeless eyes 
Joy has fled to the horizon which is sleeping
The suburbs are too far for clarity of day  
The windows all desert this lamentable space
The hungry trundle in darkness
The grass marred with mutton marks of pasture
Nature alas alas this has not been finished
And always recommenced 
This little old tune which for eight years I confined to a brown notebook
There was a poem about the cat 
Another on Chateau-Gaillard
And tables of sinus hypothetic 
It is the illumination which marred
And not the dust so gritty
The strange peregrinations I never forgive my speed 
The minutes of this day 
Are as lengthy as the years of my childhood
The stairway shudders so
Fearful thoughtful trembling acts 
To leave upon paper's margin 
The instant of its pain
Ephemeral turning of cycles
A painting made of segments 
From top to bottom desperate 
From bottom to top it's the song 
Planisphere with punched poles 
Of foaming boiled oceans
Of disaffected cities 
And of volcanoes which fume 
But on the astrakhan where snow glitters 
Of the cold sedated hands
It is for always for never 
It is for now