after the final no comes a yes and on that the world depends

the men borne on tides of war, how they are going to defeat

How can
We chant if we live in evil and afterward
Lie harshly buried there.

If earth disolves
Its evil after death, it dissolves it while
We live.
Thence come the final chants, the chants of the brooder seeking the acutest end
Of speech: to pierce the heart's residuum.

what we see is beyond words.