And here the well-worn fabric of our life + 

Fell from him. Hope and purpose were cut short, + 

—Even the blind trust that reaches in mid-strife + 

Towards some heart of things. Here blew the mort + 

For the world spirit herself. The last support + 

Was fallen away⁠—Himself, one spark of soul, + 

Swam in unbroken void. He was the whole, + 