I see Wonders. I see Fascinations.
In the sky of spinning stars. In the sky of silver mackerel.
In the illuminated night.
I see Miracles. I see Prodigies
in the Pork Park. In the vale of pink flesh.
In the soft, fleshy hills
I see the Wheel of Myth in motion.
In the crashing flood of silence
all turns to living marble
all is made forever
in the fixed light
of the moonstone.
The fallen Father
folded at the waist
folded at the knee
fallen the golden circle
of the crown.
Rolled away
the ring of woven metal
the golden halo of earthly rule.

Everything is Forbidden.
One Act. One Word. One thought alone enough
to forfeit this Eternity.