Through the Gyre, GOOD.is Transparency
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.
—“Sailing to Byzantium” by William Butler Yeats
this is what i immediately thought of.