As Kingfishers Catch Fire

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw slime,
And giant’s strides, the arch-fan, the span,
Perch him in the air; what in a swift half-flick
Unseeing eye could be imagined, or were imagined,
Or were imagined, or were imagined?

But this air once quick, now dead, and this the quick eye saw
And yet this quick eye saw not, and this the quick eye saw
And yet this quick eye saw not, and this the quick eye saw,
And yet this quick eye saw not, and this the quick eye saw,
And yet this quick eye saw not, and this the quick eye saw,
And yet this quick eye saw not, and this the quick eye saw,
And yet this quick eye saw not, and this the quick eye saw,
And yet this quick eye saw not, and this the quick eye saw.

I say that, as kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw slime,
Man’s spirit is the same.
Man’s spirit is the same,
Man’s spirit is the same,
Man’s spirit is the same,
Man’s spirit is the same,
Man’s spirit is the same,
Man’s spirit is the same,
Man’s spirit is the same.

And what I say,
Is God’s will
Is God’s will
Is God’s will
Is God’s will
Is God’s will
Is God’s will
Is God’s will
Is God’s will.