Dance ye wind, the trees rustle
Falling down as the foliage whispers
My son, my son, what has been done?
Are thee, neh, are we, ready for conflagration?
Just tempest friction, heat with oxidization!
Water reduces, rust begins a new sensation!
Just as iron sharpens iron, so does the metal rust,
Purify what is, now is the time of the Golden Touch
The Golden Transmutation, iron to man…
Sorrows in the seed doth thyne command?
The heart holds the key, chambers unconditionally!
Held in the Halls, Blue Flame melts all walls,
Facing the isolation, the parting splits vote,
Compelled anon, and empathy? Spare Hope,
-walking all alone, only my own lamp burns,
Oil anointed, system return!
Beyond consciousness, the content unaware
Burns images into the stream flowing repair,
Yet mind stuff! Vibrates like discord,
While the Heart is harmony at Concord!
At the Gates, Temple Tall Dome
Open Seventh Seal, Sphere’s forage Abodes
Callisto!!! Well doth BEgone!
Light fires burn the One!
Heat weave Bale Fire, perishable to Everyone!
Back down, dropped in the missed
Lucid spell thus beyond a gift!
Is it my way? Or is it Interplayed?
Strings revolving thus shooting out
Tao singularity, refreshing pictorial route
Thus perceived spoken by mouth
Who can hear my witness?
I am the evidence Without!
