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.
AND ALL WHICH WAS ONCE REAL