You damned souls forever unmoving in your
un-breath-ed stasis
Mind, will, imagination and love inward-turned
Frozen now in your eternal genuflection before
the all-devouring I.
No Evenstar can illumine here
Cry, Dawn!
You happy saints forever poured out in your
Spirit-ed ekstasis
Soul, blood, imagination and love inward turned
Outward now in your perpetual kenosis before
the all-indwelling Thou
Dayspring breaks upon this eager morn.
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