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Invisible am i that burn too near the center of our hope but also fear tho I can dive to pools of tenanted green and people your sandbar with the world unseen and sing of suns of flaming green & blue and splash their iridescence over you and not give up the song till worlds away bright angels hug the joy of endless Day while in another quadrant of the stars King David chants the loveliness of Mars and oceans swell in other spheres of being blue lapis-lazuli veil of the ALL-SEEING stirred in their depths to give consulting nod to the all-consuming loveliness of God and worlds yet wet from the Creator’s mouth take up his praises in a torrid South and harped competition issues forth to sing more fiercely in the wandering North while compass points are trysting to conspire to reflect to man the tongues of Primal Fire Some spirits journey aeons to the East there to entice men to the Starry Feast while others chase the Sun into the West finding for song, red-emberred nite-sky best. |