The Third Principle is the seventh poem that a prophetess calls backwards from her station, unwinding tapes and pressing them to her head
she starts reciting at random
Baal, Beezlebub, Lucifer, luxor, lux, a cradle for light, and terror where terror is clearly.
words come out quick fast, synchronous spinning, unravelling, unwinding
The Third Principle is the seventh order of a Cartesian whole, where geometry is skewed leftwise to account for magnetism & grace.
three people drunk with merriment start to sing: irish trad. in arrivals
So that you might understand, appreciate a tree, count from the left seven branches, seven twigs, seven leaves follow the golden mean down the phloem: a sucrose gradient.
one hand drifts over the mancala scattering ash and fine granite anti-clockwise.
fibrous roots, lack of principal quality but they move: as a threat, not still, not silent, not dead yet.