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By the only Life all the winds are consumed

By the memories of the thousands ascending

Towards the bloodred horizon of the Soul

By the keys of the Immaterialization Opening

In the stream of the ghastly Distance Far

To the Becoming of the Monolithic Craving Spirit

... In the Spiritual Cosmos Depths only the weak

One would fear its shades...

The Horizons of the Populated Spheres are Opened,

The Borders of the Seen submit to the Tastes of the Availability

The Wild Heart and the Arrogant Spirit have already denied

the naturalizing planes of the wet tantalizing mending

The Distant Fars [sic] My Eyes

Into the unbelievable and unseen flight soul would ascend

into the Cosmos of the Spirit