Recomposed fusion merry go raum (cut-ups of william blake)

Think in eternity
is love the world of history,
tell me the acts!
imagination is the world of divine bosom
into vegetated body
this world of sleep in the night,
tell me the acts!
o historian,
hold heaven in a grain of hand
engraver of realities
reflected glass of everything
auguries of eternal realities
reflected everything of glass
reflected glass of
everything exists in that
generation is finite
and temporal doors of the inexpressible
flourishing off of the project infinite
psychic mantra of material marriage
of hell and heaven
acts themselves are productions of time
history leave me to reason upon
that which is not action is not worth a wildflower
the road to the wisdom palace
is born in this god of creation
remains within bequeathed to us which is invisible
verbal emblem of coincidence is the pun on the pun
imagination was memory echoing the spirit
re-imagining and developed his own powers of existence
recall things precisely and in detail
ex nihilo, recomposed fusion merry go raum