Either Fire or Fire (There is Only This)

I've walked and walked for hours,
Talked of God and men.

I've often watched the Tower
Crumble to the sand.

And the mice and men they shiver,
A light touch runs right down the back.

I will not mince my words,

The dance of whirling purpose,
Like to Shiva the world would end.

And time to start from the beginning:

Love and Love,
There is only this.

The flower and the sword kiss,

Each is love
In each respect.

The jaws of a Lion conquer,
Magnificent!

Might of practice,
Might of men.

Well, you know King Arthur's glory?
Just a sinner, yes, only just a man

But a token of something greater;
A sacred grove, a simple wind.

A figurehead implores me,

What interest controlling?
What does it represent?

Might as the extent
of God's Glory;

Perfect Judgement, Perfect Sense.

Like Solomon's robes worn proctor,
Authority offered from the one who extends

Perfect Judgement, Perfect Sense.

The wealth of a story
Actually materialized

Right in front of them.
Tandem operation:

You have the inner circle
And the surrounding hands.

The most beloved
And the loved under Him.

Un-earthen, un-seen
          Forming
Worldly glory, shining team.

Day after day,
The shape is yet to be.