Look at the dawn,
Immensely encored and clouded,
Accumulating dynamo to produce darkness,
To pass, how corp and crop,
With never ceasing permeation of thought,
And peace of mind, no fire, no sword,
Producing effect as morning dew,
Unseen and unheard,
Yet fascinate world of thoughts,
As spirituality of light,
Remove clotted darkness in a sight.