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Now? Why -- / whirl-pools of / orange and purple flame / feather twists of chrome / on a green ground / funneling down upon / the steaming phallus-head / of the mad sun himself -- / blackened crimson!
Now?
Why -- / it is the smile of her / the smell of her / the vulgar inviting mouth of her!
It is -- Oh, nothing new / nothing that lasts / an eternity, nothing worth / putting out to interest, / nothing -- / but the fixing of an eye / concretely upon emptiness!
Come! here are -- / cross-eyed men, a boy / with a patch, men walking / in their shirts, men in hats / dark men, a pale man / with little black moustaches / and a dirty white coat, / fat men with pudgy faces, / thin faces, crooked faces / slit eyes, grey eyes, black eyes / old men with dirty beards, / men in vests with / gold watch chains. Come!