You will not come with me, for I
go in to the night
And you dwell in the day and in
the sunlight
you dwell in light and see the
dark
I go to the night to dwell in dark
and see light
fierce ring the lights of the
scalding stars
the snow on the scary mountains melts
and drip from crag to crag
you see, my Monsignor, we are in
a new civilization
calculate again, my Monsignor, calculate
and come
here with me,
here be
new thoughts, new sites, new sights,
new deeds
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