Sacred
Beneath the arc of sky
Are me, myself and I;
The world that fails my eye,
Beyond me as I lie.
Above the high frontier,
Where music fails the ear
Are things which should be dear –
If only they were here!
Beneath the things I hold –
Material things and cold,
And things both new and old –
I feel the hidden gold.
And comes the bright flame now
From where, and when, and how
Did you this thing allow
I do not ask; I bow.
Are me, myself and I;
The world that fails my eye,
Beyond me as I lie.
Above the high frontier,
Where music fails the ear
Are things which should be dear –
If only they were here!
Beneath the things I hold –
Material things and cold,
And things both new and old –
I feel the hidden gold.
And comes the bright flame now
From where, and when, and how
Did you this thing allow
I do not ask; I bow.
etched with acid at 5:20:00 pm
4 Comments:
HI SIR!!!!
Cambridge rocks!! <33333
let us all bow only to God, our heavenly father, the lion and the lamb, and the godhead three in one
jenn: yes, it does.
xinhui: errm, that's quite a pantheon.
been to Jelita much?
me and a friend went there yesterday. it was really fun.
we visited cold storage, venezia and simply bread all at once
haha. it's one of those all in one things...like one light that brings everything into the light, and makes everything come together, not as one uniform body, but as a unified diversified body
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