Untitled (The Circle is the Father)

The Circle is the Father
Diameter His Son
Spirit the mathematical centre
Thus truth is known
In all turning wheels
In all tumbling clowns
As in the firmament deeps
Where the Prophet drowns.

Blessed are the followers
Of all wheel tracks
Blessed the spoke-tortured
Christ. The axe
Traces a circle
And in that trace
Is the Power the Word
And the Tortured Face.