Hagall always brings forth frustration,
and waiting around,
and boredom,
and biting nails.
Hagall is the master of the hidden itinerary
Conspiring never to reveal its mechanism
Just the end result
at the eleventh hour
On a wing and a prayer the victim wanders
With the power of Hagall in its veins
Eyes fixed firmly on the decisions to be made
Unaware that Hagall never gives choice
Because life conforms to structure
To the pattern with the sacred geometry
Moves and thoughts cannot change that shape
But sacred geometry can change moves and thoughts
Hagall is the emissary; the deedsman; the blight
Hagall makes life fit the mould .....
Of that newly created sacred shape ...
