Green waves by these lines built in high places. Red dawns streaking the heavenly clouds. As blue and rain dark showers hang like mist, this heavy dust surrounds me; as I turn into the depths of the soul. Ashes to wood, fire to light, death to life, enigma of the depths beneath thine eyes. Sun rays coming from within us; as if from oblivion, yet pulsing just as so strongly, oh so strongly, like the thundering skies. I cast my spear so high, and yet I do so while knowing, that it is as of clay, which surely breaks into the swelling depths of the night. What a world, o what a glorious world; yet its paths are merely dust. And so I throw myself before the altar, altar which is the heavens and all the earth, this here altar of immensity and complexity, this complexity which is deeper than all the thoughts of the human heart! Altar which here stands by the power of this long arc which is eternity! And therein I renounce desire, oh this desire of all the world, we renounce it all, save those lights which were there before the worlds began. To desire nothing here is yet the purpose wherein I can receive everything, abide by everything, delight in all things, leap before everything, stand long before anything, and overcoming that great oblivion; so as to fear nothing while even knowing that I, just like all; are beneath the waves so strong that they show us, here, now, and forever; our haunted clocks which are the names, these names, these names, of our coming deaths.