a busy world counts the need for peace evil, quietude ignorance, room for presence starvation how can a man pursue "Oneness in Being with the Father" whilst the chop surrounds his sinking head, a threat to breath, to aspiration—to spirit? at every moment he is expiring, dark banal currents tow him downward to nothing Leviathan's belly, full of bodies like his, no souls speak, but cry out of its mouth hungry in lust; she dwells in these tides of life, a hurried circus beast, belly fat with the stupor of man's immediacy