"What has Man so behest?
Worlds descending upon him
To reveal thyself not in words -
- but the worlds that fall behind him
What is Man to divest?
In a world ascending beyond him
To shy thyself not in words -
- but in a world destined to Mind him"
Evening falls as the Crest becomes Time -
Rising, cry! the adornment of Wisdom, a guise that must die!
Thy masque is a filter in fear of the Sky
To stars that collide, align, and outshine -
What is thy Virtue, with Nothing to confide?
What is the (W)hole, without finitude that survives?
What is Death, without the passion of Life?
O, but thy Truth is poisoned by the undying lie…
Vitriol to the impetuous grave!
Ill-disposed to Life, those negligent of the fray,
for Self is overcome by the prospect of decay -
"And in the echo of Light, Darkness shall pervade,"
- thus speaks the Cycle - but no Truth abounds in singular Way!
"Everything is Nil! Nothing is All!"
- thus the Weak and Strong have in unison called,
but in the hall of Spirit, a greater meaning resolves:
"Even the successor to the throne of
God must evolve."