In conjunction with the forces of darkness, said to be fearful,
The child in the egg forever presumes from its mother
Time beyond time and itself contained beyond
The blood-bed and the warm blindness of being.
Only in the first white disc of the sun and a new blindness
Will it rear, wrinkled, afraid of betrayal.
But the child in the egg, having extended the shell,
Will grow quiet listening to a language and to a bell.
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