74.1

The polar bears will die. Would that the Arctic
Stayed
All year as white
As the pages
On which
These thoughts
Will never
Become
Things.

74.2

The polar bears will die. Would that the Arctic
     stayed
     all year as white
     as the pages
     on which
     these thoughts
     will never
     become
     things.

74.3

The polar bears will die. Would that the Arctic
     stayed
          all year as white
          as the pages
          on which
          these thoughts
          will never
          become
          things.

74.4

The polar bears will die. Would that the Arctic
     stayed
          all year as white
               as the pages
               on which
               these thoughts
               will never
               become
               things.

74.5

The polar bears will die. Would that the Arctic
     stayed
          all year as white
               as the pages
                    on which
                    these thoughts
                    will never
                    become
                    things.

74.6

The polar bears will die. Would that the Arctic
     stayed
          all year as white
               as the pages
                    on which
                         these thoughts
                         will never
                         become
                         things.

74.7

The polar bears will die. Would that the Arctic
     stayed
          all year as white
               as the pages
                    on which
                         these thoughts
                              will never
                              become
                              things.

74.8

The polar bears will die. Would that the Arctic
     stayed
          all year as white
               as the pages
                    on which
                         these thoughts
                              will never
                              be
                                   thinged.

74.9

The polar bears will die. Would that the Arctic
     stayed
          all year as white
               as the pages
                    on which
                         these thoughts
                              will never
                              be
                                        hinged.