Racked, stretched out prone on its cross of hectic passion

Large music plays you; welcomes through cruel iron

Gates, wit-hung, levered open

Comes Hector-like: Tchaikovsky battle-throes ring agonistes

Horns rail out; brass supplies terse anabasis march

Its deluge overwhelms, and mustering

Hands caught-up in flail and flourish, beating eggs

The unreasonable neuroses fester wrested clues; drive in imports

Wrung dry from cornets coming,

Furling round their sound through convoluted coils

Pipeworks which ratify hard fires of penance

Disbursing from reared necks, disgorging labyrinthine tears

Hung upon broken earth-shook basso thunder

Of iconoclastic strings, occluding, forcing dread

Coercive and unsettling: a collision booms and freaks

Passed tremors bundle shoving profligately

Madness of melancholia; drear asperity of deep despair