The Ferrier, Desire I see you are a farer in illusion, a boatswain.Those buds, her eyes, come to Spring only when composing Vision:That of Life unbound.The left glimpsing you as a clutched palm,The right Energy balled.O, I long that can I clutch that ball, that I could unfurl Life for her.Her, her!A bloom that rests immense!
The Hand of Fire Tolls Our world is a lotus in the waterSpinning by the whim of the sea.Ismene encountered EveWhile Oedipus sat at ColonusAs Eden fell.When Antigone diedEden was freshly down.O Heart behind the curtain,Behind the moan of the crowd,Behind the hoary, tintinnabular Blue-We are flowers in the field for picking.