My voice falters, my children.
I have seen the last in this
Series of images. I have
Seen the logic of what must
Come. I recognise the true
Quality of things, their real
Origin, their actual progress.
Nothing can escape me now,
Except that your bodies are
Powers beyond my strength.
Except that the light of all
Is collapsing like a fire
Starved for fuel. Your love
Is visible to me at last,
In the wreckage of that fire.
I am so sorry for the father
That I have been. It comes :
Hold to the light, my children.
Its gate is my last word.
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