See overhead the cloud sails, lowering, Around its flanks roar eagle-wings. Stormwards it rushes, fire-sparks showering, Night thoughts from morning's realm it brings. Thought blazes up, so heavy-stupendous, Curse-frenzy batters the vaults of Aether. Blood spurts from eyeball, terror-enormous, Sea-waves spit up at Heaven's rafters. The silent Aether, tranquil-tremendous, Girdles the brow with blazing brands. Clash of arms. In its womb--Ur-darkness, Cloud swoops, howling woe to the land.
Book of verse--Karl Marx