We speak of Heaven who have not yet accomplished
even this, the holiness of things
precisely as they are, and never will!
Before death was I saw the shining wind.
To disappear, today's as good a time as any.
To surrender at last
to the vast current -
and look even now there's still time.
Time for glacial, cloud-paced
soundless music to unfold once more.
Time, inexhaustible wound, for
your unwitnessed and destitute coronation.