23/10/2006 9:55:07 AM

Purity

It is unpure, it is stone.

I cannot let it show, it will destroy me,

as the master has shown me the warrior,

in all fate's likeness,

he will succees in a harrow's nest,

spinning with an arrow to the red - breasted fool

in tide with the sugar coating

of life in its tidal fortune,

mixing together the cogs of a machine,

in full feathers.