Today all bread lies unrisen,
all form lies devoid of its shape;
beer is just water and barley,
wine remains locked in the grape—
today the sun is just fire,
a meaningless nexus of heat;
the foundations loosed from the waters,
the land overcome with the sea—
today the cosmos is static,
creation is ground to a halt;
but all in advance of the third day,
the triumph the heavens exalt.
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