I rise
a lifeless form, dead but waiting;
The
fire falls, and on me shines true
Wherever
he finds room.
From
his first refraction lamp-lit nights
And
silver sister-beams illumine
In
all the phases of his bridal moon.
Calling
through the dark the sun’s own sound
From
my inner face shining is his lesser light
Pulling
by his power the inner thought of men
Turning
in his mirrored beam their inner life
Until
he falls again and melts below the Earth
Where
no man slips beneath to steal his light
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