we call upon the insubstantial entities whose radiant glare deprives from the spirit yon the ones the eye can barely follow yon whose rapid ceasing resembles a fiery spark descending back into chaos at a flaming horizon raise ye countenance ye reminiscence will be preserved brandish out of nights calderas until the soaring silhouette treads upon the unclean planet glance at the horizon it draws back as we approach brandish out of nights calderas until the soaring silhouette treads upon the unclean planet glance at the horizon it draws back as we approach tear not at the earthly gyves of the globe revolving in delirium existence in an ellipse churning pelting devouring glance at the horizon it draws back as we approach