Bewegung-in-Sich

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The soul has risen from furnace of dreams.
The soul has passed the Gate of the charms.
I'm feeling aftersounds and eye-beams,
Spellbinding me. Sirens, to arms!

The Sacred Spear has run my body through.
An edge of bridge is this stair. And all clear.
The fluid water's too flamy to be true.
It's leading forwards me. Already there's no fear.

I am a man among these worldly people,
I'm an unearthly shade amid those ghosts.
Amid the thoughts I'm splinter of the ripple,
That levels night and day and heavenly hosts.

Es ist von Licht nicht, es ist von Dunkel nicht
...Bewegung-in-sich.