This is the land which ye Shall divide by lot. And neither division nor unity Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance.

Lady of silences Calm and distressed Torn and most whole Rose of memory Rose of forgetfulness Exhausted and life-giving Worried reposeful The single Rose Is no…

Redeem The time. Redeem The unread vision in the higher dream While jewelled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.

Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only The wind will listen.