Chaotic energies interweave and brawl,
And confused sights and sounds beat on my mind;
There I shall wait, and feel my spirit's flame
(Trained upwards, purged, for that white moment's sake)
Flicker, burn thickly, bowing to the claim
Of alien currents that I cannot break.
For all the folk who come and go, or stand
With strained expectant eyes, or talk with those
From whom they soon must part, have at command
Some part of my unwilling brain, impose