When he looks through the air of the world,
And his glance, like a blade, tills the wordy soil,
Trillions of seeds with their secret stems
Fly in lines of light-
Universe of speech not yet spoken,
Words planted deep in the ether,
Each one knows its name.
Universe of words, he sings you a song;
Out of your own substance he sings:
He is a word planted in you from the beginning.
Universe of speech,
Bright ether through which the hard stars swim,
Vast shell of nothing,
Too frail to refuse entrance to sighs,
You are yet more solid than earth.
He steps upon you as upon the ground;
He breathes you in,
O universe of speech.
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