I came to this world on a cloud
A code shot timely in a space of endless nothing
Down upon the firmament so pure
To impregnate the first bright spring

It seems that nothing ever counts as fable
To each his own in thoughts built by his kind
And if you meet a man who is unable
Make him into a man of good and grace refined

The beggard jew came down upon the land
Shaping these elements into forms small and grand
Then zipping off back to that old great center
At the start an infinite equidistance back