You are not far.
You cannot be.
You are a star,
Your light drenching me.
I sleep through day, and wake all night
Not to lose an instant of being enthralled
By your pure, enveloping white.
Eminence, this star is called.
Ages upon ages separate star from ground;
Untold stretches of nothing. Everything.
How then is always found
Warmth enough to make man sing?
Eminence, perfect energy from you proceeds
So strongly that, alone, it fulfills man’s needs.
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