Love can do all but raise the Dead.
If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now
Bring me the sunset in a cup.
The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?
I imagine therefore I belong and am free.
Sunrise: day's great progenitor.