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Arise exalted, I

Closing to the pointed self

Central to the mark

Repel to the verge

Ire I seize – unredeemed

Salvaged from that impress

Unintentioned

That which forms the crest of shade

Set against the wall of glass

Perched and growing softer

Looking through to surface seen

Ire I seize

Reflected

Ire I seize

But never seen

They look into the glass

With airs that call and draw

A wrath before them

A self unseen

It fades into the light

To show the I, the all

A truth before them

But never seen

For the image is that which is set against the glass

Still I seek unseen

Still I ache and ire I seize

Renounce, yield, and waive

Then offered to the light

Still I seek