| Fantasizing to the Third of the Pagan Vision |
| Pour water on thyself Thus shalt thou be A creator of the sun Charon will inhibit his entrance The fields and dwellings of relapsing ruins Find thou thyself in every star Achieve thou every possibility Listen! Heed not the siren-voice of thought The fable of river #5 Deliverme athwart the earth Forsaken loam of wondrous slumbers Thee spiritual and thee fertile A spawn of full equilibrium But whose availeth is in this, For hereby there comenth impair Facillis descensus Acherni Noctes atque dies patet Atri ianua Charnus Sed revocare gradun sperasque Evadere ad aurus, Hoc opus, hic labor est. There was not a formal sepulcher Not one sector for the interment Throth with thee empire of hope All effects are welcome to Styx |