I stand astride the worlds,
a giant amongst men.
Singer, singing slumbering measures;
pacings, swayings, sighings.
stringing shimmering strands,
oh, so softly, beyond all ken.
Soulful Nature's Symphony,
beyond all bend and spray.
Silent, Sweeping, Song of Songs,
the truth, the life, the way.
Trembling Viel, pierced by a trillion diamonds,
glistening teardrops, deep wells of reflection,
yet as flaming messengers.
Then, the leaping chorus, shooting stars, rocketing, richocheting,
beyond all bounds,
until, suddenly caught and down and down again,
into fading, spiraling, winding white rivers.
Bright hues, living waters, rainbow covenants,
prisms of a trillion colours, descending voices,
flickering white torches.
The white flowing downward,
the ever-lengthening, widening,
train upon the stairs.
Bells of joy, peals of laughter,
ringing loud and clear.
The mighty voice upon the waters,
La Chanson d' Chanticleer.
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