...and  so  the  bell-maker  flew  high

Modeling  wind  and  light

Tolling,  he  kept  every  soul  inside

Once  inside  a  time.

Toll,  toll,  resound,  echoes  too  far

Wind  is  independent  of  time

It  carries  the  truth  in  form  of  sound

Vibrating  to  the  eardrum  of  the  sun.

Burn,  burn,  ablaze,  flares  too  fast

Sun  becomes  wind  at  last

Wind  becomes  truth  in  action

And  tolls  the  bells  of  deception.

Untimely  bell  vibration

Fooled  soul  direction.

Time  intoxication!

Fooled  by  the  gust  of  purification!