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Voices of the lyres--trembling brooks,
draw the White and Blue,
illuminous Yellow,
and autmnal Green & Red shadows
of the Light and Rays of
the Sonne, would whisper
etch the crypts of your ruins-
--ancient Ideograms of
of the Divine Characters,
that I say nothing-
neither of what is now-
nor of future reveries-
mortal suffering transcended
---time means which-
which I don't know-
by right reason and the
experience of faith in
fortifying death by re-figuring
the Abyss of Virtue,
Sacred Heart of Love-
of questions, which bridges-
the existential chords of this
life to the next-
laughter in dark-
conquered by the hidden joy -
of purgation in the next-
and ascent into Heaven.
on earth..
draw the White and Blue,
illuminous Yellow,
and autmnal Green & Red shadows
of the Light and Rays of
the Sonne, would whisper
etch the crypts of your ruins-
--ancient Ideograms of
of the Divine Characters,
that I say nothing-
neither of what is now-
nor of future reveries-
mortal suffering transcended
---time means which-
which I don't know-
by right reason and the
experience of faith in
fortifying death by re-figuring
the Abyss of Virtue,
Sacred Heart of Love-
of questions, which bridges-
the existential chords of this
life to the next-
laughter in dark-
conquered by the hidden joy -
of purgation in the next-
and ascent into Heaven.
on earth..
.
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