Flesh will no longer be needed as an expletive,
Sense will no longer be needed as an interpreter,
When you have learnt to understand the heart’s idiom;
To bear wordless sentences without flinching,
Front face-unfogged-by features and smiles stripped
Of lip-and-eye encumbrances without wincing.
And for local atmosphere heaven will not require
Flowers and palmbranches. Even a platform
Will be superfluous and there will be no right hand.
Do not look for any aggregations of atoms,
Or for any flattering symbols of their relationship.
(Flesh clings to flesh, but where is the cohesion?)