Way up then!
Stay up then!"
Inner light, extinguish thineself.
Outer chorus, uplift me.
Lift me up, oh,
Out so way-up-up-up high that, oh, oh, I transcend,
I transcendeth beyond any but the least few---the most alive.
Oh, then, likely nowise including you:
That monstrously greater part
Of my reception,
Whose inane butchery of my art
Be, to me, but the most ruthless deception.
My worst banes: your hyper-cancerous profusions, oh!
Oh how viciously stigmatic be now your normalcy!
Oh how eerily brutalizing also your eternal mediocrity!
And, oh! oh! how undead be thou swarm's serial massives!
You; oh, you are the greater logic
And the most common reason
And the purely-most spread of lights
Ever goading me again to self-murder,
To doom, to wanton terrors and ugliest horrors,
Undead thus also as to delights.