The Mystic Egg
...And when the cycle of his sufferings ended
From an Antarctic refuge he ascended
Into the cold nude beauty of the night
Expanding, full of holes, immense yet light
So light that he was almost immaterial
Though strangely fluid-he could feel the soft
Rolling of earth that ghost ship in the ethereal
Abyss-then cometlike he shot aloft
And grew more until swallowing up
Whole galaxies and universes he
Usurped the being of infinity,-
At that moment reality went pop
And in the distance suddenly he saw
The one whose dreaming is eternal law
Whose utterance fecund in the dark of night
Is a giant Egg of violet light.