| In death’s holy silence I call you
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| God above me, God below me
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| By Neither, Neither, myself unseen
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| God within and God beyond me
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| Reflected in these mirrors darkly
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| God above me, God below me
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| By Neti, Neti, a faceless face
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| God within and God beyond me
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| You abysmal rift in the fabric of being
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| Ungraspable shadow, devour me
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| As I open my eyelids for your gnashing teeth
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| And fill the hollows with blackest dreams
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| «For his art did express
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| A quintessence even from nothingness
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| From dull privations, and lean emptiness;
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| He ruin’d me, and I am re-begot
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| Of absence, darkness, death: things which are not»
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| Coil about me and breathe my new name
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| Self above me, Self below me
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| Plow earth into abyss and reap its bitter grain
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| Absence within me, Presence beyond me
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| And your naked splendor has carved open the pathway
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| Into wonders of the howling night and the twist of the moon
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| Where the dead awakens to the call of serpentine cherubim
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| To fall ever deeper and deeper into their tombs
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| Restructure the dried out bones of the world
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| And fill its dried out veins with your word
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| A promise of everything I will come to be
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| The Nothing within me and the All beyond me! |