Do our spirits hide
   their night’s labor
 
from us rising morningside
bodies unseeing
 
do our spirits dance
while we slumber
between space and
time and
stars
and
 
do spirits sing the song of freedom’s
joy unbounded by
heartbeats and
stresses and
flesh
and
 
do spirits commune
with Those veiled
from waking-minds and
bathe in worlds to be
​
 
      A third part of heaven
      fell―
     
         A third part of life
         is fallen, fallen
         fallen         
​         into forgetfulness

tell me
   where do souls fly
   at night