Faith's febrile exposé on the ineffable
encourages jussive will vast as creation,
catalysing energy which,
after short hiatus, hatches from lacklustre cygnet:
nor dybbuk nor daemon
but angel swan whose song
offers aperitif
of Paradise regained
for mortal who, sole, strives
for self-preparèdness.
No need to genuflect,
deride man's tawdry trace,
no scorn for feeble fears
in bawdry brashness dressed.
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