Cosmopolis

Come, let us build us a tower Whose top may reach unto the stars! Atop of which we will write In splendorous black words: Great is the world and it's Creator! Great is Man! And his city! My Cosmopolis: Your swollen light Eclipsing virtues, beyond We give ourselves to the unknown Now Lubricate the gears in our blood And feed the machines our tired flesh Great is the world and it's Creator! Great is Man! And his hell! Thy cosmopolis: her grand luster Austere master! Behold your servants Who are you to be drawn out from chaos?