HEADS BOWED 
 
 Heads Bowed
 A moment of bitterness overcomes me 
 The object is there but I am not ready 
 The spirits are whispering waiting to engulf me 
 Mesmerising chimes distant and abstracted 
 
 The Descent
 I enhance the object of stone, a statue 
 Concentrating my mind on this point 
 Rising towards the spirits, the chimes intensify 
 I am following the quabalistic tree 
 
 Oblivion
 The endless images of forthcoming tranquility 
 Prosperity is mine as I inhabit the skies 
 Day is night and time is nonexistent 
 I am not in my own forever