And who should be presiding, after all?
The Great Magnificence! That's who! ... or what...
He recognizes This Great Thing and Tall,
yet no sick nerves now clench him in the gut.
Again, he sees the varied shapes that move
and hears the noises, human and machined
and feels, in non-symbolic speech, the groove
in which his path was set, his hunger keaned.
And when he saw it, Terrible and Grand,
He nonetheless began to feel relieved
(He also noticed, now rejoined, his hand...)
For here could answers start to be retrieved!
His heart began to sing with joy: "Ha-hah!
"Tra-laa, tra-laa, tra-laa, tra-laa, la laa!"