At the sacred heart of the profane Utterly forsaken in the tranquility of exile An Unformed prisoner emanates... Prowling dead space and blue skies As if they were the hearts of Men ~ At the center Of the Unmade A Leviathan sleeps dreaming of Truth.
Roaming the Confines Of Paradise Sequestered in the throng Of our savage lives- Witness to our Miracles ! This One Strides Through the Parthenon Of our Ruin A Rook amid our vapid fictions - Savoring the daily wisdoms That Delight In our Surprise.
At the naked heart Of the cloaked Soul Utterly untarnished, by the ashes Of our distant fires... The Unexpected - Dominates Reality Immune to our convictions The Banished One Is Lord. It takes no shape imagined and remains Beyond the nimbus of our Theories.