at the stir of the frying pan
we came to estimate conclusion
the queer of loath in fairy tale
are raddled up in disillusion

a scent of touch
a sight of flicker

inquire those who fear it\'s cast
wear a thoughtful smile upon
as stars gaze at bliss
and all the wonder wish

a torch of heaven
a written pen

the reckless hymn of desire
will forge the pitch to sage
be treasonous and barb the wire
in the battle for the rage

let it pass
let there be light