Only Castles Burning

The arch never sleeps Who of us would not be glad to lift the veil? Built of nothing but solitary thought, a structure rises precipitously upward Thersites born again as ape or egg The golden mind of Gracchus turned to lead In the shadow of a great ring This ain’t a dream anymore, it’s the real thing Horse dung in white wine Blood with the odor of violets The secret Wotan taught his son Did one wear a watch in the tomb? In the distance, an old phoenix rises Can entropy be decreased? The hunter paused, the wolf in chase It’s only castles burning