Stars of black within a circle
No imperiors that know
Acting with no measures. Makes youth confused.
Turns head towards sun.
There is no way as HE spoke.
Thence forward? -preagnant with vast consequence-
I haste through secrecy of that yearn for birth
No rise, lay in the center of tringle lines, in the point of circle
like an infant does
Lay the and watch truth as formed in birth of all
Peril, deep joy or woe.