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In India,
I have heard it say
That all the parts
The members of the Elephant
The fates hold
Blindly
Or with their tunnel
Vision
Hold
Pauls
Vision
Through a Film
Darkly
Embody
The Whole Story
Myself
Though
Suspended
Above the Clouds
Often being Able
To live Above
The Twilight
An Eagle
Nestling on the Crag
Having been with the Whales
And explored the Deep
And eating the Coals
Coals of Fire,
Living out the Fires of Hell
The Coals that Isaiah eats
For seeing clear as Bell
For that I live
I live in the Fires of Hell
For that my Hearing
And my Seeing
Can often be as sound as a Bell
Having  been into the Deep
Floating above
The Twlight
Seeing into the Ragna Rok
And looking into the Night
Seeing as Vivid
As Day
In me the Sun
And Moon
Are fallen apart
And I see with the Light
That is not Shaped with Hand
A Light that is not Shaped for Earth
I am like a Phosphorus
Having inhaled the Fire of the  Depth
Remember the Seven blind men
Poseidom gathers His Storm
Dark clouds build over the Earth
The Rivers Turn
Bitter
And Red
The Emerald
And Lapis Azuli
The Beauty 
Fades from the Sea
The Tumult gathers from the Depths of the Waters 
There shall be a Gathering on the Field
There will be a War
Solomon's Season for War
Comes round
The Zeitgeist has cultivated
With the Shadow
Underlying all Lights
I have seen the Sickle of the Grim Reaper in the Clouds
He shall descend to exact His  Harvest
The Evil that the Zeitgeist has sown in the Field
Mars shall possess the Earth shortly 
Blood shall possess a Woman
And drenched in blood
The blood of Her seed 
And Bellowing with the cry of a Beast
Driven by the Thunder of Monsters
She shall heap the Field with Chaos
Shortly
Although it might be many years from now
Many many years from into 
This Siecle
This Watershed.
(C)
Fritz Ampon.