Baby Child as a man,
as a living grain of sand;
sitting upon the ever changing shore
greeting the sunrise.
Hair Flaming Night, as ravens even sleep,
Rainbow-cloth Tambourine complimenting
Her chant and choice of graces,
And Love Her God.

He looked upon Her on his right, coming forth,
when secondly he looked his left to eye
and 11 or 12 women, men, and little ones approached;
they clad in their master's wish,
white robes swaying to be baptized.
These two worlds passed before our eyes, when,
Afterwards, Baby Child sipped a heart full of ocean,
spat out the wastes,
and walked upon the New Day.