come into the round
whirl on sacred ground
let insights abound
deepening ever more!
come not as beasts but seers
eradicate your fears
make ruins of the years
you lived without this lore!
the moon a misty smear
silent, hold us dear
help us persevere
the teachings to expound
with whirlings now let’s raise
the old telachian ways,
arcane interplays
of many-figured ground
let’s glean the great insight
revere the recondite
whirl away the night
in singular pursuit –
touch the epynean,
enthuse with joyful paean
the coming of an eon
when all our works bear fruit!