daubmir nadir - Collapsing Universe

I will write the poem of poems
I will sing the song of songs
I will dance the dance of dances
I will play the sound of sounds
But sounds are never half so fair
As when whole music turns to pure air
And the universe dies of excellence.

Poem, song, dance and sound
Fall from their heavenly towers.
Joys walk no longer down the blue world's shore.
All fear another wind, another thunder:
Then one more voice
Snuffs all I feel in one gust.

And I go forth with no more wine and no more stars
And no more poems and no more sounds
And no perfumes and no senses:
While God sings by himself in acres of night
And walls fall down,
And I am free.

daubmir nadir

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