Is It Not The Play

And All Now Is War Where So Lately There Was Peace, And The Sweet Brotherhood, The Use Of Tilled Fields.

One Perception Must Immediately And Directly Lead To A Further Perception

The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat To The Imitation They Are Anyhow.

The Body Whips The Soul. In Its Great Desire It Demands The Elixir In The Roar Of Spring, Transmutations.

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct