Every object has the urge

Every object has the urge
To manifest itself;
Every atom serves
An unknown divine will.

Life is death without
The impulse to assert itself.,
The building up of Selfhood
Is a sublime assertion.

The wandering stars are sad,
Solitary and lost;
For solitude is the doom
Of all existent life.

The pale—faced moon,
Remote from the starry realm,
Is alone, adrift,
In the cosmic void.

Thou art the only truth
In this world of illusion;
The rest is all a glassy—
Fabric of thy vision.