it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Passing fear, into his hands is received
The gift, and guarded with unyielding will
As himself his charge is then consumed
By it, for it, and in it, received anew
And rising to the vision there conceived
Does the eye then see the holocausts
Of the stars in their still, dark abyss
Revolve ever-slightly around a loaf of bread?

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