This night my sole appeal

I have a claim to your zeit

Foresaw this ideal

How would it feel right



Hold my verb for true

Trust we're both kin

Saw myself through you

Past both flesh and skin



May this imprudent plea

Reach all created spheres

My finite self dares agree

With the cyclic gears



May this imprudent plea

Reach all created spheres

My finite self dares agree

With the cyclic gears



Formed to nature's will

I ought to venture still

My core systoles

Cause boundless diastoles



My transmuted self

Orbits divine spheres

Shadows creating cells

Suits my nature here



May this imprudent plea

Reach all created spheres

My finite self dares agree

With the cyclic gears



May this imprudent plea

Reach all created spheres

My finite self dares agree

With the cyclic gears