In the beginning was nothing
Or was that in the end?
And then there was the possibility of something
Or was it a memory?
And then, stage by stage, that glimmer became more firm
Divided into polar opposites
Whose confrontation made them real
Or were they transcended until finally it was all the same?
Just before the lowest point of all
Which is us
(Because, whichever way you look at it, we cannot be the highest of the high)
Came the force that created us
And in between that timeless energy
And our own time-tied lives
Floats an angel
With one wing in the here and now
And the other in eternity
She pours us jugs of purest wine
To slake our thirst for soul
And takes from us the wholesome bread
Of Existenz
So lacking in those higher realms
She lends us strength
That burns inside
Each one of us
In our defiant individuality
And we give it back
So that she can forge it
Into a common force
To shield us all
And let us be
What we must be
And let us do
What we must do
And let us dream
What we must dream
She is nothing without us
We are nothing without her
Poem without feeling
Beauty without form
Nature without essence
River without banks
Breathing without air
Blood without a heart
Rhythm without tempo
Kite without the wind
Making without crafting
Anger without wrath
A branch without a trunk
A smile without the joy
Number without substance
Tinder without spark
With no song there are no singers
The song is silent if not sung
You need us all
As we need you
Our Lady Anarchia
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