The cygnus flies over terrible seas of amber and peat,
out of which giant mutineers leap,
grasping the cauldrons of light.
Under, under the roots of rebellion
the ossified life is stilled.
The cygnus, the outlander
to the lower spheres,
scorns this ambit of pain.
The rebel, who scorns it too,
is rooted in it.
He deepens these roots
for to help the entombed to rise.
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