Wavering, misty, uncertain, a Thought begins to agglomerate and sparkle on the eastern horizon of my brain.
Lifting with its mysterious power strange sea buried and air laden streamers.
Monstrous, shimmering sea wrack and air wrack from the depths of me.
A moment of doubt, a groping in the clouds, like a blind Dream searching for an eye,
Then a sudden crystallization, a furious swirl of sea wrack and air wrack around the blazing nebula.
And a giant shaft of light is shot from the heart of the Thought across mountain and moorland—
And an Epigram is born unto me this day!
Benjamin De Casseres.
Source: The Sun, Feb. 6, 1916, Section 6, p. 11.