Passéisme - Stubborn Zeal Chant

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Which of the seraphic hosts hear me howling ?

I would perish in a moment
Crushed by celestial tributary
For what is grace but a dismay
As we yet withstand

That's why we admire so much
Virtuous ! Horrible !
That's why I'll be silent
I'll bury in my throat the cry of vague complaint

Who dare we lust after ?
No, not angels, but not men either
And the devious beasts have figured it out
Awkward we are in a world unraveled

What then remains ?
Maybe the tree on the hill to clutter our eyes
And yesterday's street
And damned loyalty to an occasional habit

Cheer us and leave in the depths forever !

And night, that night...
The universe's whirlwind tears our faces
Beckoning and lying
Bringing agony and strain for the solitary

Throwing chasm it holds to the outside !
To the spaces we breathe...

Like an arrow holds bow before it takes off
To exceed itself, there is no rest anywhere
Voices, voices. Hear, heart, and wait
On the knees wait for a call
That it might give raise from the earth

The last glimmer of doubt I am ready to extinguish
In the pure movement to cease forever
To give up my name as a child throws a broken doll

Which of the seraphic hosts hear me howling ?

Hero's death is an excuse for his being
Hero's death will be his last birth
Sing the abandoned, I thou hast envied them
As it's lovelier without quenching

Begin, again and again an aimless song of praise
The living mistaken distinctly telling apart death from life