Poems from Ylzm
The sixth day began bright,Sun’s fire, on earth, lighted;Prophecies trumpeted,Brighter, hotter, fires burned.
Eight, but one, ancient,...
As words in a strange tongueSo symbols in wisdom;Not any sounds are wordsNor stories, parables;But angelic tongues do speakEven as donkeys...
My ears tingled and ringedhearing preachers preachedin the dragon's voiceof the dragon's comingand his cunning lies.
Did I not say it?Did I not say it?Was it not true?Was it not true?
Once said, twice affirmed.So all I said was true.Hear me, hear me,For...
Every Seventh is a Rest.
The Day after Seven Sevens, a Renewal.
These are the Sevens of Days and Years,
Of Time marked by the Sun and Earth...