“History” — Part III

Canon   ¬†15. Innocence: The Sorceress ¬†Blake told you and told you: you never heard. There's only the single speechless word. It verberates your wordy skies, It multiplies your bawdy ground. As sound is unified with word, The Lord is unified with sound.   I am She who dances on the face Of the waters, ignorant of light. Over, ever, harrowing your rock, I dance the clothless customs of the air. I swing my heels in demption's tree, I toss you … [Read more...]