The statue’s speech was white like smoke
It took my ear, and there bespoke
The riddle true, that founded all
The secret height from which we fall
To struggle here in mortal form
To sing the dream, and ride the storm
To ring the union, hold the stave
To crack the womb, and fill the grave
The statue’s speech was white like smoke
Who broke my heart, and barely spoke
The riddle true that was the key
To light and self, to mystery