The sham in our champagne. The moon in things mundane. The gentle academic folk Stopped listening, and were bored, Until the voice no longer spoke, And harmony was restored. The surging chorus Climbs the nave, from earth released. Gloria in excelsis Deo .
Audience looks rather thin.
O, I love this section, Glory filling earth and air. Dona nobis pacem. I'll Have to take a breath somewhere. Thus the laggard aspiration Fights the backslider within. As we touch the infinite Humanity keeps breaking in.