The stars look up to lie down at the stairway to heaven,
A fire pot holding sage climbs the cold stairway
Pondering the revelation of the astral planes
drawn on resting places

"Come my child rejoice the perplexities' he says
Of an animist nature
The waters fall to precede a malefic tide"
‘Who forsakes who among the damned my child think"
‘The new religions of mammon rises like samris idol"

No Moses carries tablets here now
The commandments lost in the river parting
Lots wife has come back to life,
musing at the punishment's withdrawn
Will the curses roam again"?
Sitting on the stairway with his back to the summit,
He gazes at the soldering wicker fire pot like a crystal ball.


I know not who I am, " He says.
‘I am lost like a girl child
I am the lamb of thorn pastures"
In th greatness enforced on this stairway
Recompensing your denials at my expense
Here I lie in your great embrace
Defaced and deranged beyond recognition.