advance
he spoke
theaters
of what they called the phantoms
mirrored
mist arose like the making of the eastern gates
full
drawn
heavy
burst whereon he rode there then wrought upon lightening
the
gazes of lost wisdom for glory exalted now
one by one still commanded
if
but a god disturbed
eager
opened like gifts on Christmas
new
woes
to
the sorrow of the spirit
stretch
as heaven with universal space
brightest
of unrevealed powers
creating
joy sweet soft fruits of wonder
shapes
that cannot be.
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