I have pulled the wool over my eyes—
Now I am glove.
I sit amongst the Seraphim, the Cherubim, and the Thrones—
We laugh and drink-merry!

Look upon this, fellow mystics,
For in that place amidst the sky,
There we elude Time.

Now we crawl through the dirt, on the forest floor,
Between the stone graveyards, evermore.
Now we are accompanied by those who were as they had been below, as they had been when they were once above.