Hail, Mute Devil! You Are The Most

Green How I Want You Green. Green Wind. Green Branches.

Love Is The Kiss In The Quiet Nest While The Leaves Are Trembling, Mirrored In The Water.

Adam & Eve. The Serpent Cracked The Mirror In A Thousand Pieces, & The Apple Was His Rock.

The Terrible, Cold, Cruel Part Is Wall Street. Rivers Of Gold Flow There From All Over The Earth, And Death Comes With It. There, As Nowhere Else, You Feel A Total Absence Of The Spirit: Herds Of Men Who Cannot Count Past Three, Herds More Who Cannot Get Past Six, Scorn For Pure Science And Demoniacal Respect For The Present. And The Terrible Thing Is That The Crowd That Fills The Street Believes That The World Will Always Be The Same And That It Is Their Duty To Keep That Huge Machine Running, Day And Night, Forever.

The Mirror Is The Mother Dew, The Book Of Desiccated Twilights, Echo Become Flesh.