Like on a wing to journey’s end
On the turning of the season’s bend
The soaring eagle beams its sight
‘Cross the sweep of new land light
Ancient feathered feet a-grip
The stiffened perch of life anew
So thus we fall
From the rising of our love
Making new-born godly mix
Angel, flesh, ground of earth beneath
With breath, heart, a laden soul of bone
Arising deep vertiginous hum
A wonder forth
Inside-outside, round and point
Testament, infinite, unbearable
Child of all in one

Empyreanous womb
Universe wicked floats
Motionless tempted I
With eye the space between to null
To restful fundament firms
Light of unmixed colour bends
A widowy shadow cast
Deep of all to be
The tone of beckon rings
The verse of all to speak
I am, I was, and will forever be.