Unabashed the signals are:
"ignore all frenzy in the crowds
fast-moving through demented cities;

contemplate on the cause of the ruckus.
It is for nothing/ exuberance
of confused desire. We've had 'em."

They move perpendicular to the spirit in things.
A thousand lost faces shock him with
          recognition's they share.

He is somber, pensive in the glow of a marvelous
aftermath; a speck of the eternal has come through!
          It has come through!

Grasping actresses have pawned it and felt its subtle
sting; releasing it to the black and empty atmosphere.