On ye hill
  where ye sun behind horizon hides
  there is nothing
  except our breaths
  and crux of events
  and some crux ov our hands
  
  on ye hill
  where shadow wings fell
  wind rose ye to song
  and we plung'd in its deep
  and in plaitiv waterfall depths
  
  evanescent recollection ov atavisms
  secret ov living in ye death posture
  and then...
  the ye seal in the garden ov dispersion
  closes ye mouth
  closes ye eyes
  closes ye ears
  
  in fields ov eden
  under ye first tree's rotting root
  there's feast
  typhon's feast
  and night came moonless
  but yet ye light appear'd -
  picture ov sigillic angels
  grafting in our holy body and mind