A dystopian incense of agarwood, costus, mentholated tobacco, steam-heated radiators, and old machinery.

We plan, even now, to raise, beyond them all,  Thy great Cathedral, sacred Industry—no tomb,  A Keep for life for practical Invention.

As in a waking vision,  E’en while I chant, I see it rise—I scan and prophesy outside and in, Its manifold ensemble.

- Walt Whitman

Art: Incense of a New Church by Charles Demuth 1921