World earth tension
striving push pull open close
positive symbioses
higher fuller glory
take each other to a higher fuller glory

Temple space for the god
space for you
your will
me guided by you
Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling

Not finished, too much in the way, blocking entry into the presence, or not a space, not a world, not a temple.

Endurance and decline, two souls, travelling through life, moving forward, fast!

Oh! My tomb, my chamber of death. Am I a mummy? a dessicated skeleton? The dust of my cells, the dust of my flesh, my disintegrated husk. Oh! Incomplete expression, half built temple, thou hast a crack through thy middle, a lamentable crack which cannot be overlooked. Blast! Oh! How sweet it was yesterday, your colour glows wrong, somehow. You deny me entry. I am sorry, it is all my fault. But I shall fix thee, and you shall shine, and oh! what a lovely light you will be. You were forming well, it was but the last glaze, that caused your demise, that brought about your demise. Oh! Failure! How it stings my heart, how keenly it stings my heart. My tomb, watching from my tomb, my burial place, watching from my state of death.

Children, memories, lovers, continuity, my immortality in you, recreated, rebirthed, rebirth.

Two souls entering the trial, the combined souls, enduring and declining, blessing and curse, doomed to repeat, mortal men doomed to repeat, doomed to fail, doomed to repeat.

Cracked through the middle, my darling child.
Yet, there is something ordained about your form.