A voice shines in the night. From within out , I heard it O Universe, I am you. Oh, the horror of joy! Of this dread, of the torch If extinguished, that guides me! Ashes of ideas and names In me, and the Voice: Oh world, Seeded in you I am, Mere echo of me, I flood myself from waves of black fire In which to God I sink.
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