The trees were plucked like iron bars

And jumbo, the loud general-large

Singsonged and singsonged, wildly free.

Who was the musician, fatly soft

And wildly free, whose clawing thumb

Clawed on the ear these consonants?

Who the transformer, himself transformed,

Whose single being, single form

Were their resemblances to ours?

The companion in nothingness,

Loud, general, large, fat, soft

And wild and free, the secondary man,

Cloud-clown, blue painter, sun as horn,

Hill-scholar, man that never is,

The bad-bespoken lacker,

Ancestor of Narcissus, prince

Of the secondary men. There are no rocks

And stones, only this imager.