The golden egg made whole by its shattering
Pride consummated when I touch the ground
With my feet, with my hand, with my mouth and my forehead
Here is the mirror that was lost
Beyond the colourless rainbow

Not God, but Me in God
Taking the serpents from His mother's hands
You are the final stream of beginning
The fire of the last and first question
Coiling, twisting, straight omnipotence of a god-child
The play, the stage, the brightness

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