[BNP/E3, 13 – 27]

The candle old and old the candle-stick

Enormous fragments of the‘ enormous wick

Were blown off glowing into time and space

Here is the reason of the stars that race

And aerolites and other things that range

Around this earth of ours with fear of change

Perplexing nobody[1]. (We’ve got over that) 

[1] nobody ^{/no one\}