Mother earth
From who we arise at light
Contrariwise
Delivers us the passageway
To death
In time between
We term the present
In the Lords own time
Striking music setting love ablaze serpents coil, agonised
Knowledge gained
I break from
Myself
A movement
I gather my spirit
I connect and bend
To the All stream
I gather the grace
Of what? Whence?
Wherefore and whereto?
In the Lord/Lady’s own time
I play the fool
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