Who, after a half-life spun in the dark
newly risen, given flight
would choose the ground's cool
patience, would not let themselves
be taken, would not take
leave of their senses to fill themselves
with light so fine...
The life saving dark falls away,
is, in truth, no longer becoming
not to us, not now, not as long as
he, burning, the beautiful and fallen
bearer of light still shines
and we, the fluttering ones
still gather, night-struck and restless,
to be burned.