Inside this nonexistence
I know very clearly
The directions, all the points
Of every potential quarter
I forge my wisdom into an arc surrounding all!
I forge my heartbeat to a dome all-heavens-wide!
I know the Sun and the moon
The names of stars
Their movement and purpose
I mark the place of Polaris on these impossible heights
I forge my wisdom into an arc surrounding all!
I forge my heartbeat to a dome all-heavens-wide!
I forge the horizons
I craft them for flowing blood!
I forge the places
Precise for silver, precise for gold!
In solitude, I measure out the range of barren lands
I draw unto the nothingness the intersecting curves
I look at all directions, I look at one clear point
I see them all come together
I see into the heart!
I see into the heart!
This here is my place, it is my work
I was made the maker of the sky
I forge the horizons
I craft them for flowing blood!
I forge the places
Precise for silver, precise for gold!
I am the maker of the sky
I am the forger of the arc
I am the maker of the sky
I am the forger of the arc
The maker of the sky
The forger of the arc
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