Virtue + 

Now? Why⁠— + 

whirl-pools of + 

orange and purple flame + 

feather twists of chrome + 

on a green ground + 

funneling down upon + 

the steaming phallus-head + 

of the mad sun himself⁠— + 

blackened crimson! + 

Now? + 

Why⁠— + 

it is the smile of her + 

the smell of her + 

the vulgar inviting mouth of her! + 

It is⁠—Oh, nothing new + 

nothing that lasts + 

an eternity, nothing worth + 

putting out to interest, + 

nothing⁠— + 

but the fixing of an eye + 

concretely upon emptiness! + 

Come! here are⁠— + 

cross-eyed men, a boy + 

with a patch, men walking + 

in their shirts, men in hats + 

dark men, a pale man + 

with little black moustaches + 

and a dirty white coat, + 

fat men with pudgy faces, + 

thin faces, crooked faces + 

slit eyes, grey eyes, black eyes + 

old men with dirty beards, + 

men in vests with + 

gold watch chains. Come! + 