Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.

The acclaim for you (or their claims on you)
Your flashmobs delight disgust disquiet
Triumphant touts the Times
Empty provocation proclaims the Post
Radical exhilarating an unmitigated disaster