There were 72000 streets one room
A bronze bell and cross
I woke up in the middle of the night
The curtains blowing I could not breathe
O thoroughly purifying moon
Thoroughly purifying sun
I could not say a single word
Recall how sweetly transfixed… the pacifier whom the whole world doth not
contain. O all of you that seek immutability. Take also this sword into your hands.
Assume the posture of abbreviary. So at the end of the rood full of sowrow. That
maniple is the sun and that ampulla is the moon. For we are the hilarium and the nude
sprig. And the both of us you braid when you take to your heart the yetspoken
worumd of the red onion. Visible and invisible.