SURVEILLANCE, CRIME & PHILOSOPHY & CULTURE: For Bryant McGill, Fellow-Wiki Project Poet & Essayist+++++In the sub-altern caverns-the fires of shadow against the winds blow-- Raj carrying not a bejeweled scimitar, but straw hat not to be burnt against the Invisible rays of the Yellow Moon Sun-is she Evening, Morning or Noon Day calm or stillness, when a fish hook readily catches Leviat00000000000than, Illuminating Blue and Gold and Silver Magdala Star of David and Yeshua Tree, and Cross: to which trying is better than what we seek most, a silent rest, the consolation of Broken God, nor I, and not myself nor I--- forever in Resurrection, whose hope lies in everything, of the good stead of St. Mikal-the Eternal Lady with Twelve Moon & Stars. into the desert twilight I go, that God cannot die, and in the healed body from sorrow, only the Palaver soil from Life giving zealous toil, once then the palaver of the soul, with the spirit of Rose of Andalucia, Majorca, of the Spanish Isle, in time, matter, form, substance, abyss of empty bones, in communicado with Choir and Dominion of All Angels, and Saints, of Ipso Converso West & East, soul buried in the Scorched Earth, Post Fall, the soul resurrected bears fruit, in hidden soil, ever calm as movement centripetal gravitas, but in the Light of the Late Harvest, blossoms azaleas & geraniums, daffadils in the naked woods, by the ancestral forest and grotto.