a wandering bird cast out of the nest

so beautiful and strange and new

a running toad a running stream

of dwellers in the depths

out of the eater...

the other worlds are verily his branches

toad boon

u-tu-a-ab-ba

set me on a silver sun

resplendent offspring of the waters

Labrinthine Dance of the Grey Heron

of earths untrodden shades

in which it seemed always afternoon

with a light that gave no light

a trillion centuries after the end of eternal life

stunned by such a storm of dark events

binde them for a signe

teach vs to number our daies

they sang the song of summer's ending

to drive the calving kine, to lift away the sheep

Honey

yeeres that the locust hath eaten

One for all the little angels

into the dark hell of the second reality

Aesop in the Underworld

the moth shall eate them vp

their worme shall not die

when the sorcerers' explanation became clear

side a

like a massive golden ball sailing upon a silver sea

the spider taketh hold with her hands

like the beasts that perish

vpon the face of the waters/the morning starres sang together

crushed before the moth

but then one sheep did dream of it

little red spheres

counteth the cost

the canker worme, and the caterpiller, and the palmer worme

swept away in that great swift wind

fish pools and stone altars

the valley of the sonne of Hinnom

ravens brought him bread

when the wind blows hard in winter

the locustes haue no king

Aión Thérion Biblion (Liber Aetatis Bestiarum) i-iv

hung upon the old white thorn

nest among the stars

with great wings and many feathers

those that wished to cast the spell

the builders of adytum