And there was a vision as if in movie stills
From above Valhalla’s sacred hills.
There, shone Paradise’s four pillars,
In light not of sight, but light-energy or quanta
Energy that quakes and quivers inward
Like the vibration of a marching band
Like the chorus of a thousand choirs
Like the great ‘Smoke that Thunders’
From The Zambezi over Victoria Falls.