wake nurse your aching brow the cloud behind your eyes for now soothed by gentle thoughts of oblivion and sexual release inside every man is a beast a perfect animal of self advancement unthethered by conscience beyond the realm of will while the living self fragments into quanta is this the next step minds disolved in the aether a split species diotima your sun the more beautiful age has gone down and now the storms quarrel in frost covered night grant us the power of detachment that our fragmented selves will know purpose ethereal love spirit sense of which the physical can only intimate freedom from this flesh that i may observe the balance of nature till what s cleft in two become one in the mortal heart till ancient human nature so calm so great serenely and powerfully rise from out of our seething times heal her life o gods a life that you yourselves raised so she may merge our splintering selves the physical and the ideal for not everything is in the power of the gods and mortals would sooner turn into the abyss each day i shall give my cinders to your flame and rise up another man 