Never were true words Spoken. What is manifest Is illusion. The Real poem is so Indescribably perfect, Just imagine it.
I wondered why we consider the serpent in Genesis 3 to be a snake. He’s often depicted as walking on legs, as the snake was
Struck was I by light She shone to my mind’s darkness; Show’d me thus my light.
Years did he visitHer. Discovered he that theirScriptures in their most Ancient form were theSame, hieroglyphics from whichAn argot they made. Only then did heTruly
For years have I borneThis sword, to surrender itWould permit the years To accumulate,Would then I die. But now wouldI lay it down at Your
Stop the clock and turn It back, all will be renewed. Delicious new wine. Spin that wheel, watch what Happens. We saved the best for