The Spirit

The power centre of the world,

crossworded in star riddled with night.

leylined in leaf has dominion in root,

leylined in leaf has dominion in root,

spark gouged in flesh.

we templum centre our world,

engraved with hope doubt lame we cling.

Limmet nion to rock and stream,

harnessed to the field whittled by straif season,

harnessed to the field whittled by straif season,

harnessed to the field whittled by straf season,

fuel for the spark.

The power centre of the world,

lights our eyes stokes the flame charms the wood,

licks the spirit that fuels the world

is hacked in the soul emblazoned on the sun,

hacked in the soul emblazoned on the sun,

hacked in the soul emblazoned on the sun,

is harvest in the word.