Make a Stir Now

Make a stir now for you cannot stir then; after death only answers: no more questions. The morning star is the evening star and sense is gone. Death and the dyad are twins: you and yourself, together gone as they came, pool and paragon. O consciousness!

Those feelings objectless you counted your soul where are they? Desire - and dread. The world is a womb: from which we come. Ask not for whom... Give place to silence between verses;

be without refrains. Count each smallest thing you can see. Hear out each bodily note to infinity.