Under the vault of heavens I stood alone, waiting The blaze of silver shining in my eyes My hands of gleaming gold The red of iron in my veins The blue of steel in my bones The sparkle of blackness of coal in my hair My chest golden with waved It is my heaven It has my eyes It is my space It has my shape I knew it was my masterwork I felt the strength of gods Revised the soaring heights Let the heavens be aligned I listened with care the place for the moon Made sure of the tones Painted through void the route for the sun Made out the locus of stars I pierced the distant dome For the lights to seep through I checked the curves of borders of all And placed the highest star It worked and sun and danced It shone and gloved and gleaned It circled, curved and blazed It pulsed, burned and waned It flowed from my bones And bolted from my fingers And settled on and over me And made me face my longing
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