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Night
Soul was ceased with blindness
Towards own city so familiar,
Around was only shapes colorless,
visions chaotic and nonlinear.
Motion was the aspect of soul,
Could stand no more without the aim,
It once strongly itself did console
And once more confident it became.
And so, willingly started creation
And in no time built city anon
And inside it fitted all nation
But space arrested in void was non.
Suddenly smiled at soul the blue angel
And gave to it feeble light, glowless
And gave consent to every corner and angle
And to the soul it bid to progress.
Tumultuous soul, as the gift of the praise
gave to the angle all its creation,
emptiness restored in soul in a gaze
and also did its noumenation.
And it was calm and tranquil again
And discoursed with blue angel things arcane.
