A triskele has embued my soul
With sulphur salt and mercury sol
With aught of natural piety to feel
Ample majesty of Parcae creel
My body mind and soul in a dome
My earthly youth enamoured om
Drank the elixir of immortality
Flattered in a phantom of reality
Father mother and son on earth
Paint my death life and birth
Fire water and air weaved my head
Under a pyramid cubed my bed
Billions of thoughts fight in flight
Sore in sere to the east of light
Vacating theology in illusion
And the human web in confusion