The Banquet of the Fifth Dimension

The malachite pillars rise from out the floor, A thousand guests pass through a single door. We pour the effervescent Don like rain, To toast the beauty of the mark of Cain. Drink the midnight from a golden skull! The guests are dancing till the world is null! The staircase stretches to a star-less height— To crown the wreckage of a Moscow night! The lorgnette stare, the camellias in the hair, A dance of shadows on an empty stair. The silk. The bone. The wine. The guilt. The throne. The sign. Halt the clock! Burn the page! Open the lock! Open the cage!