I was in the town of Londinium
Where I met a Native American,
A lady: as wise as Mother Nature,
Bade me, gently, enter her flat with her.
Alas, I felt her husband's eyes on me,
Yet this Yahwey logos I could n'er see,
"Don't mind Him, He's building blocks of ashlar
Come with me lad: I've something to show you."
I saw the street, vertigo from down far,
"Be not afraid, hark only what's true."
Three ancient grimoires were laid before me,
Hesiod, Hebrew, and some ancient Greek,
There was one word which she pointed out, when
Falling upon a Latin translation
It simply read one word: Jerusalem
No more can I say, what the couple said,
But retire, in sleep, in my soft bed.
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