Upon This Unprofitable Throne

Absolut emptiness
 no colour no form no substance
 it is form me
 that all this desilation proceeds
 so it has been ever
 so must it ever be
 from me pour down the fires of life continually uponm the earth from me flow down the river of water oil and me
 therefor am I lonely and horrible
 upon this unprofitable throne
 I am the who was befor the beginning
 and in my desolation I cried aloud saying
 let me behold the conutenace in the concave of the abyss
 it was black and empty and distored that was (once) invisible and pure
 so it has been ever
 so must i ever be
 from me comes forth the wind that beares the seed of all upon it's bosom
 from me comes forth the earth in her unspeakable variety
 all comes from me naught comes to me
 I am lonely and horrible upon his throne