My hour, my aeon,
My day — and the evervoid...
Through drifting time
Resound the hymns of triumph.
Spurred is the fleeting
Moment of life —
Amid the clouds,
In lightning whirlwinds,
Gallop forth
Steelbound waves of riders.
Ablaze with heat,
The smoldering horizon glows.
Their draught of life —
Consumed, yet chalices brim.
By them, the sky
Is carved and spent.
Eyes…
The night sky…
Silence…
You search for the longed-for shape.
Around you — depth and darkness.
The living cosmos
Self-forged, unfolds.
I reach to you
With soul from far beyond,
Drawing near
Like whisper close to hearing.
Toward the ocean
Shall flow the stream —
Outpoured
From the Spiritwaste Beyond.
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