Maria, are they born from out the light?
From out my light? Or is my darkness that
From which they sound? O Benedictus, speak;
Who brought me counsel from the dark abyss?
Benedictus:
At thine abyss’s edge she sought thee out.
Thus spirits seek out men to shelter them,
From those who fashion phantoms for men’s souls
And so conceal the cosmic-spirit’s sway
With mazy darkness, that they only know