Days and nights and days; an uninterrupted sequence
In a familiar rhythm, sometimes in near silence
Sometimes, in animated, alive eloquence
Accompanied by beats of spirited dance
Beauty intoxicates you in fanciful extravagance
The Creator in his bounteousness allows you to be a creator
And fills you with fire to burn out all mire
O Man!
Design universes of live words, unlock mysteries
Sing frenziedly, soar up infinite reaches blest
When you seize barren peaks of eminence, salute sublimity
And don't be dazzled, if the sequence breaks
And The Night Eternal reigns and everything slides into silence
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