Turn of a Century

[kashmir_bitches]

Imp of the perverse;
Desire for revision--
    Destruction being something holy,
    days towarding to excision:

What weirder weeks but these,
fall in back and before us:
    Days of blur and breeze,
    nights on Rue de Fleurus;
        Magnolia blooms in trees,
        dancing tribal, we regress--
The thaw after the freeze.

A swell of sweat and stones to fall,
    and know not where we're landing.
Before the ground, in time, we stall:
    An hour for our banding.