Smoke gets in my eyes

(3559) Anute anute nece jay

In each molecule He Who goes on dancing,
He Who goes on dancing,
Always externally, at any time inside of me,
He gives a swing amid psyche.

I can't know, and even understood I fathom not;
To hold on to learning I cannot.
Ever in desperation, always with my hope unrealized,
Mind wants to get Him nearby.

That One Wizard has created through sorcery;
Arrayed has He a realm of beauty, heavenly.
What He does and when He does it, who can conceive?
Despite that, in cogitation He flashes light.

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