When

When

When the Crescent of Midday arises

And the full Sun of Midnight so burns,

Star emerges, by Name α-Crisis –

That’s the Moment of blowing Horns.

 

In this Day Voice of Morning announces

To prepare and greet Evening Star,

Where Dark Matter with Light’s Spirit bounces

Through the Strings of celestial Harp.

 

All Angelic by Messengers’ Greeting

Revelation in Witnesses finds,

All the Opposite gathers on Meeting

To decide how influence Minds;

 

Feelings saddle for Riding Emotions,

Trusting Chariots never again,

And by Promises hunted Devotion

Falls in River of haunted Disdain.

 

Those Given get Sight for a Moment

In which blinded get those Deprived,

Every Name meets in Ignorance Omen,

Every Flame wants to here ignite.

 

It’s all Prophesy! Past in the Future –

Timely Grammar’s revised by the Rules:

We of I – an approaching Feature

That will Purpose release from all Tools!..

 

 

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