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 |