Classic Poem

I used to think … Number was fixed and still,
Rigid as marble, like an altar cast
In rocklike splendor. Now I perceive at last
Its changing modes of supernatural will.
Now I perceive wild garments floating free.
I hear the planetary music crashing.
Great chorals sway with Bacchic energy.
The churchly cycles move, their mild eyes flashing.

So number within number shines and sings
And with interior energy doth beget
The godlike shapes of many an alphabet,
Bodied in air, with their deep patternings.
Their magnetisms create my flesh anew.
Great Festivals like goddesses advancing—
I know full well if I abide in you
I shall feast well and shall be saved by dancing.