To know that though true men turn to ruins,
true principles are never swallowed by confusion!,
to learn that this spinning globe
is of such Dynamic constitution!
to see the Fogs of war
commence their glorious dissolutions!
to taste Country plums
growing by neither cog nor wheel!
to step outside the boxy mind
and Feel! the winds a'changing
to smell fresh cups of joe
as ideas they Are exchanging!
to sense that the magnates of the earth
shan't fly forever unweighed by their Albatrossian crimes!:
see, THESE!, fo sho be prophetic times
