The Poem
...
seeks from the writer to find that voice eternal
in the mind of man ever dying
yet continuous in the gross hive
we have become
is the expression of all feeling secret, and not so;
the verbatim fluctuations of the mind
transcribed for the public to finally know
truth in emotion
finds us enraptured sheer ecstacy of thought lastly
placed it is perfection of expression
seen through the windows of the skull
it is finality
of true thought.