My first movement is belief in all things possible
My second is distrust, all is fallible
And it is glory
A hero's story
And I dance in my third like chaos, like nature
Life is not what it is, it is that which is not sure
And it is made
And I unmade
My forth is my epitaph, not to death but to love
In breath and in being, like black wings on a dove
And it is celestial
Both rest and trail
And complete, I stand before nothing and all
And imperfect, I kneel before myself and call,
"By heaven, why sand?
This eternity demand!"