I flew straight out of heaven, a mad bird full of secrets...I rise through ochre smoke into black air enclosed in a shower of stars...I am the seed of every God, beautiful as evening, hard as light. I am the last four days of yesterday, four screams from the edges of the earth—beauty, terror, truth, madness—the phoenix on his pyre...
I am waiting for eternity...I rise, waking from gold and purple dreams into the season of God. I will live forever in the fire spun from my own wings. I'll suffer burns that burn to heal...To know the fire I become the fire. I am power. I am light. I am forever...
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