Taught on Mount Love by glory, I will make wood furniture.
For wood is good in heads position, evil when it's tails:
the Lord as carpenter vs the Lord then crucified,
projection by the evil and the false of 'cursed' upon our Lord.
For darkness sees the Light as dark and goodness as accursed.
So I will make wood furniture for service in His house.
These prospects are holonic, matryoshka, Russian dolls
inside of Russian dolls. These prospects peer out of a nest,
a mountain eagle's eyry, upon model space the bright
and chess board, checker, no the go board questing song. Eyes fly
about this host society, they wing, the seven eyes
flap flying round and seven ears are taking wing with sound.
Gordian knots become more effortless when looked at from
a higher feeling and a higher thought through one-way glass.
Song ransacks centuries for jewels to set in frames of gold.
Song sends its web bots into Everything on timelessness,
despite some earlier, concealed concern it would be late.
