Profession of Faith

And the bells ring
And the incense rises
And the voice calls
By the altars of the Lord.

1. Master of Ceremonies

Of personality the cultor, infinite necessity,
Host of lords and lord of hosts:
I would have garlands of flowers,
I would have nymphets in mauve blouses lined
With bells whose clink-clink could waver
Through corridors of time — not space, blind
As I am, I know that space is made
Of sound, that these vibrations
Clatter and recede like hollow brass;
It follows life is music, coo of pretty voices,
A verve of gowns slipping over sandaled feet.