Stay the clock...Turn back the Hand,
Make her yours and then
give it all away.....
the kyrie cry of the nestlings,
those sweeping beats of air as arms flail,
rising and reflected in the firelight
Those flashes of recollection from eons past,
Dank stone walls.
Torquemada: the chalice,
the quest, a holy grail
Who wants and who grovels....
Mindless chatter, doth it make Others mindless?
....Serene My life was not
and the roaring of the trees as
They grew in the forests ,
and the boughs sloughed off all their care
...She came in darkness
her light a beauty , a beacon , a scent to follow,
....Shall he wait and strike and claim
or let her go...