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My steps are two wings —

Broad in the Earth expanse.

No steps are like mine!

Far my steps from God,

Only grief – turn into stone!

Through Fire and Flame in clear Light

From hearts extend hands!

To chalice with Sun they strain at the leash!

They seek happiness & don’t forgive agony!

And if I stop – I will turn into a real Sphinx!

The dead step – turn into a Sphinx,

The step alive – the Fire, do not disappear!

And if I stop – the hands will turn into stone,

Their fire will transmute into ash!

Their bodies will be buried on the mounds!

The mute, graven statutes extend their hands,

My steps are becoming exact, precise, and harder, harder…

The gales of human sea – incessant accords of agony!

And my purpose is nearer and nearer, clearer & clearer,

And I raise my hands higher & higher,

And their hands extend toward the chalice at the leash,

And I fill the chalice with Sun!

The chalice full with wine and rum…

Oh, my world, powerful world,

Why are you so indifferent to a human?

Esse Homo!