Love I am

"Lo, I say! Consider the quantity of fire!

Know ye then why one trident is eight sided?

Lo, I Say! Consider the numbers that I am.

So ye think I am calculated less sideways?

Lo, Giza upon papyrus!

If the honeycomb falls,

The heeler hides in the shadow,

Of the eagle that has,

In one talon a wheel,

And in the other,

A table of weights;

Behold freedom over body over spirit.

Know ye then both man,

And tiger,

Take captives.

An arrow through the howling,

A prison for the howler,

A roar in the treetops,

Four swords pierce a wagon,

Some maiden are made to give birth,

To alligators.

Lo, the dreams of,

Some dead leaves,

And a handful of unharvested,

Militant citrus-

Are the horde of a good dragon.

Lo, the lion!

Consider him without pride,

Compare him to the shackled.

Tell me then, how many sides do I have?

Behold, I am sideways.

Ra increases all things,

Stored by your houses.

The wine, the wind, the gunpowder,

And the diamonds have expanded;

Virility is valueable.

Lo, I am upright!

Consider all things,

Seven and five are absolute.

The Thames divides and is split,

By the times five and seven,

Combined, over time, Reduced,

On sideways papyrus,

Judged by arrival, am I?

Lo, I am upright and sideways,

One dividing the eight sided.

Behold, I am the face,

Behind the fires,

Seen clearly, Martha."