Terrestrial Truth -
Do men immortal know
whence went the crow,
on it's jubilant journey to bestow
the rod,the wreath, and mistletoe,
for below,
in the shadow of the pyramid
I crossed the river of Life,
my God as thy wife
my fear as my strife,
for I saw in the sun,
that Life itself is pitiless perfection -
J.A.B.
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