I felt the need to consult The Oracle today.

From an enormous fiddle

a delirious cry,

stormy music.

We live in a black mist,

stop.

But then she gave me something a bit more hopeful.

drunk,

frantic,

but sleep,

ask of beauty–

sky sings and sun red on rocks,

there we soar,

you

I,

us

By Kenner, George, Storm and Rainbow, Symbol for Near the End of WWI, [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons