Paracelsus in Excelsis, Ezra Pound

‘Being no longer human, why should I 
Pretend humanity or don the frail attire? 
Men have I known and men, but never one 
Was grown so free an essence, or become 
So simply element as what I am. 
The mist goes from the mirror and I see. 
Behold! the world of forms is swept beneath- 
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace, 
And we that are grown formless, rise above- 
Fluids intangible that have been men, 
We seem as statues round whose high-risen base 
Some overflowing river is run mad, 
In us alone the element of calm.'

by Ezra Pound