Orion
Part IV


We know what we see,
Once we conclude it.
We hear what we hear
When it reaches our ears.
Unless distorted;
Through a mirror,
We converse.
Our roads will be walked on again,
If we're peers.

Orion
Part III


The staircase has fallen between them,
And longings for love were dispersed.
But only one force lay against them;
The Phaneron, Man was diverse.
The souls of the elders were thought of as weak,
The mountains became flat as land.
Our spirits believed to have conjured an owner,
The thieves falling out of the plan.
The makers are meeting atop the clocktower;
Without hands.
My mind is their plan.

Orion
Part II


Beyond my view of comprehension;
The questions of mine,
The eye of the jigsaw.
Above the stars of three demensions;
The blade of a saw,
Man surrounded by awe.
Magical wires
They move as they think.
The People of Grand
May scatter like lead and ink.
The Monsters of Earth
Run away, I won't seek.
For I have not seen the stars of Orion.

Orion
Part I


In the corners of streets,
The men look and they see.
In the heart of the square,
No one feels their despair.
In the mystery of space,
It is there, it is there.
A single flame learns to embrace in it's truth.
A jester might doubt what he sees,
Yes he sees.
The gardeners leave an amount of such proof.
For I know and I love the stars of Orion.

Revelations
Part II


Making no sound,
A travel with ease.
The pages of theories
The memories and memories.

What might become of me?
A fiddling skull in a ticking top hat?
A pile of junk, a mountain of gold?
A pedlar afraid of a cat?

Revelations
Part I


I urge for great adventure,
What I learn might be the truth.
I find our deepest treasures.
I know Man's hidden youth.

I speak in different measures,
I plead in different tunes.
I seek despite my pleasures,
I climb the steepest dunes.

A Billion Stories
Book III: Conclusions
Part III: The Doubtful Little Fish


Mama?
May I peek beyond the line of the waters?
Papa?
Might I see the source of the light in the seas?
For what purpose is land if its borders are foreign?
For what purpose is light if its maker is sheet?
For what purpose is life if it starts in a reef? 
Does death wait on the shoreline?
Or does a fellow who greets?

A Billion Stories
Book III: Conclusions
Part III: The Snake of Enlightenment


Let him think!
Let him, have seen!
Beauty should not be an opposable thing!
Wisdom is greatness! 
Go hide from the group!
My love is not laughter,
My love is for truth!
Don't bid farewell to everything!
Don't look at the scene in reverse!
And let wisdom be shown,
But not only for words!

A Billion Stories
Book III: Conclusions
Part I: Unified Field Theory


Created by love,
Created by magic,
Created by mercy
The venom is tragic.
Pull the threads,
Roll the yarn;
Sew the man to understand.
Let him love,
Let him wilt,
Let him speak and
Let him think.
Do not tell, 
Keep me hidden,
Let him find out for himself.

A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part IV: Conspiracy


Deliberately killing,
Their aim on the head.
Deliberately fighting,
The truth in the bed.
Deliberately hiding,
All those who are dead.
Deliberately trying;
My head is not led.