Butler F. Temple, The Lily and the Dying Bird (excerpt)

SPOTS IN NIGHT AND DOTS AND WHIRLS AND SHAPES AND SYSTEMS CONSTELLATIONS AS STARS GLEAM AND FLASH AND BURST AND DIE BUT NOT THESE UNHEAVENLY BODIES THEY ARE ONLY ALL GALAXY AND NEBULA AND COSMOGONIC AGGLOMERATE AND BENT ON CLOSING THEIR EVIL DISTANCE ACROSS THOSE DIMENSIONS THAT WE KNOW DO NOT MATTER AND SO SPACE AND TIME ARE NOW ONLY DESPERATE AMBITIONS THAT WE HAVE AS WE HOPE THAT THESE PLANES DO NOT BUCKLE AND BULGE AND STRETCH AS THEY GIVE WAY TO THOSE BEYOND AND OUTSIDE BUT THESE OUTSIDE ARE TOO MUCH FOR HUMAN HOPE AND SO EASILY FIND NO RESISTANCE TO THE TWINKLE TWINKLE OF THEIR STARLIGHT AND SINCE THE FIRST MAN POINTED THE FIRST LENS AT THE SPARKLING NIGHT THESE STARS HAVE SPIED UPON US HAVE SURVEYED SCRUTINIZED ATTENDED TO AND HELD US DEEP IN THERE CONTEMPT AND WILL NOT EVER LOSE THERE GLARE AND HATE AND DISGUST FOR US THEY DO NOT WANT TO BEAR US ENDURE US ANYMORE AND HAVE NO OTHER DESIRE THAN TO DESTROY US AND REMOVE AND ERASE AND FINISH AND END AND THEY THINK IT FOREVER FUNNY THAT THERE MALEVOLENT COMPLEXITY OF FORM HAS BEEN CHILDISHLY DEFINED BY ANCIENT MEN DESCRIBING SHAPES WITH STARS AS POINTS LIKE DOGS AND PLOUGHS AND SHIPS AND SHIELDS AND BULLS AND FISH AND LIONS THEY HAVE AMUSED THEMSELVES FOR EONS BY SHINING BRIGHTLY AND CAUSING THE HUMAN RACE TO ASCRIBE THEIR LIGHT WITH HOPE AND FAITH AND HAPPINESS AND INFANT MESSIAHS AND SURVIVAL AND FUTURES BUT NOTHING COULD BE FURTHER FROM THERE THOUGHTS AND THE UNPROPITIOUS DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT SKY IS WHAT THE WORLD SHOULD HAVE BEEN WATCHING ALL ALONG NOT THE DISTANT LIGHTS THAT BEWITCHED THE EARTH AS THEY DOTTED THE BLACK SUDARIUM