Learning How to Read

 An age for a moment in the blink of an eye
O's chaos reckons as good a womb as any
a sudden whirling shuffle under Juniper
leaves tales and traces fourth steady line erasing
telling the tale of their placings,
— their orthogonalities and harmonies —
their struggle remains behind 
in the Solaceum floor's sand
lines and depressions and little mounds, how high is the sky?
stains on the ground
where bird and cat intersect only silence can detect
and only open eyes and silent mind listening to the roar of the growling machine
— the great beast without contains all species within —
we see clearly like rewind that fourth line
a plot unfolds backwards: They resurrect in our mind!
—
with no unknown knowledge  beneath our desire
our thirst for Ur's wisdom will only expire
we thank you for life and we thank you with love
we know Ur's around us, there's no need for above