Who Dreams Of A Son, Save One,

Escape From The Power Of The Hunting Pack, And To Know That Wisdom Is Best And Beauty Sheer Holiness.

The Heart The Heart The Heart How It Thrives On Hate.

You Will Not See That Desire Begets Love, Until It All Flames Into One Concise And Metallic Blaze.

Every Concrete Object Has Abstract Value, Is Timeless In The Dream Parallel.

Let Love Step Down, Open The Clasped Hands, Forfeit The Thorny Crown, Retrieve The Garment That Was Whole, Body And Spirit One, Spirit And Soul.