The Voice of...

In the night a voice is shining...
From inside Outerness I heard it...
O Universe, to you I am...
Oh the horror of the joy
Of such terror of the torch
Fading, which drives me on !

Ashes of idea and name
In me, and the voice:
O World,
Seed inside you that I am...
Mere echo of me, I'm drowned
In wave on wave of black flame
Where in God I'm swallowed.