Schemata
The dreaming Dreamer sees that he is Many;
The waking Fool makes-believe himself as One;
The Architect waits, patiently, for Me to do My Job.Of the Many, Seven are good trades-folk;
And The Three Supervisors have angelic minds;
The Rest are mostly bad eggs, but hey, that’s just life.The origin of My Job is a mystery, the design is not mine;
A Mighty Temple, conceived by the Architect to please God in time;
The ”Me” in this motif is but an Ant-hill builder from a long, indebted, line.It is known the Holy Temple is a sacred structure, Seven stories high;
Inside each story, build-to-suit residences for the Seven Royal Geists;
Listen! For each of the guests has their own, independent, mind.For these tenants, the builder must do, in spirit, as the facts require;
Inside the space, indeed, and also refracted on the outside;
A synchronous correspondence, fractal, pleasing to the All Eye.This Temple, once complete, serves as a link to the Local God;
He who writes the checks, employs the Architect, contracts the builders,
owns the land, and waits, with infinite patience, for the Four Temples of Jerusalem: His Holy Town.
