Mirror reflected yet on other mirror.
The abyss is false; so are the shadows from it.
To reach the top, to reach the Zion's summit
The sages only know one passway nearer.

To dive the darkest valley, for there lies
No God, nor lion, nor shewolf or leopard;
And then, upon an altar the years guard
Intact — not by men's hand, but by the skies' —

To bring an end to pendent rites for sects.
To free thy wings to fly, whirlwind of insects —
Orphans of sun and slaves to moon and night;

Blind in the end: they wonder all adrift.
They wonder searching for a guiding light
To look, a god so to a statue lift.