Her Holiness

ruin is the day of the bloody waste lost is the night turned from day
echo's of those whom stand still in time

they are known to me
engraved in my mind for all eternity

the circle and the cube tell you what path to walk
long and round
curved or straight
without ceasing
endless possiblities

the cube percision. percise in all things known order rules, All flesh full under this sign
leaving nothing sublime

howver;the circle;the curve, the endless ALL
holds kingship over us all
comforter poetic dream amist the dangeous rule of the obscene

known love is all her is together abundance to give
we give freely of what she is
in her we live

Precious Lady sweetest dream
hold us dear
blind us to the dark night
the dawn approaches tis Glories flight
dance in her beauty gaze into her luminous eye
refresh in her warmth
gain comfort in her sight
morrow comes very soon

the wonder of the curve
the joy of the round
the holiness of the circle
that is where she is found