Gyre and Gimble.

Tell, then, of cataclysm

Tell of catastrophe

Report what the sibyls have said,

mouth their unwelcome words.

The  signs  they have apprehended,

The  secrets snatched from stars,

What fate surmised from bird-flight,

what future glimpsed in glass?

REALITY WARPS AND BUCKLES

SPLINTERS INTO NEW SHAPES.

HISTORY LURCHES

INTO

FUTURE

AND ALL WHICH WAS ONCE REAL

DISSOLVES

INTO DAYDREAM