Reminds me of Sailing to Byzantium [1] O sages standing in God's holy fire As in the gold mosaic of a wall, Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre, And be th

Reminds me of Sailing to Byzantium [1] O sages standing in God's holy fire As in the gold mosaic of a wall, Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre, And be the singing‐masters of my soul. Consume my heart away; sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is; and gather me Into the artifice of eternity. [1] https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sailing_to_Byzantium https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sailing_to_Byzantium