You are too beautiful to be spared—
you must die to yourself.
Unveil your glittering chastity
without form,
And let the void be
the instrument of your visioning;
Let the marvelously alien
be your own secret church
From whose reaches resound
your deepest incantation:
Orphanus sum, I am an orphan,
and I bloom renascent.
Artwork by: William Meritt Chase
