The Holiness of Lawlessness

 the Valley of Death had been asleep too long and the Buffalo had grown threefold and spread to the Heavens above as a wing of every eagle that takes flight from the light of the Holy warrior that worship the Great Mother of Heaven that held the many suns of the summer twins that had separated for a moment but will return beside their wife who also will to be given a feather in His heart to the ground that she walks on and the sandals of Her keep belongs to Her own field that holds a broken spear and the four Mountain tops held every element to her heaven's gate and the four corners had given twice and now the first is the life of the seconds remaining and they return upon a face that is blackend and the face of their brother who had fought the fight of God's wave and placed it in two halves the height of it would become in the thousands and thousands that open their window from this great life that we have given to Heaven for our own day to be as like the waving of hands and the light of waves that come forth into our hearts that brighten the lights above into the new days two come and feel the bottom of this cup and skin that is made to be wasted but now is the ferment of the finest whiskey the finest working hands of God's table, the taking of light and the drinking of marriage that was set for a thousand to come again within our own house and working heart in the field of this last mountain top that is called for the millions to fall upon this lone country to begotten as the lost shepherd the Head of Chiefs in the last hour.