Judgement Number XX clear ye street of ye Romans clear ye streets of ye Greeks for a much greater announcement is bout to be issued lend me yr ears ye quick and yea ever you who are already dead in yr beds: the earth shall be to the living and the fruits thereof. The governments shall diminish themselves until they will be no longer needed or desired each man his own governor. these toys that preoccupy you (products of profane sciences) put away these toys & come away into the mind(Mines) take no thot of yrselves saying: what clothes shall I put on what food shall I eat for such are the things the gentiles seek. rather you find yr.selves intent on learning the process by which La Grand Dame LaNature operates .seek to know everything's invisible counterpart wherein the microcosmos ¯ocosmos are at unity in one and great wealth greater than the Jews seek shall be yours the acqua vitae of the immortal fountain shall preserve you all yr. days & the generations pass like water but the bloke educated in the dead universities shall not have precedent over thee nor shall he possess Our Stone. Wisdom cometh of right acts resulting from cognitions, that which is upright proper & fitting thro' a Vacuum. w/out the Mediation of anything else, by and through which their actions & force may be conveyed from one to another is to me so great and Absurdity, that I believe no Man who has in philosophical Matters a competent Faculty of thinking, can ever fall into it. Gravity must be caused by an Agent acting constantly according to certain Laws; but whether this Agent be material or immaterial. I have left to the Consideration of my Readers". The Wheel is moving and the linen thread which is sacred to her as Isis. And when it comes over me that the "fish bones", Charles Olson, picked up by Talos, thereby was the saw invented. O two-wheeled vehicle driven by fire-bearing juice' or Barb'd epithets pitched at the baseball sei, sette, otto, nove, dio, serpe The flame of the Athanor Till the Phoenix alights again renewd Steve Jonas, June 1962 Stephen Jonas was a Boston poet who died in 1970. A considerable amount of his works are still unpublished.