thoughts less false than words

flowers grim with sound

lamb tongues the Omega's march

flaked ash in peels

 

black fire in Sol's hearth

gates of mercy turning

warps of wet fire

on cold furs 

 

crisp lung in the numbers

life in the silence

omnidirectionally 

flare the virgins' leap

 

crybled a transit flits

drumbet the voice unclean 

begins abroil sixth symmetry

alas there is The Word