and once again, the scene was changed, new earth there seemed to be.

it was the new jerusalem, that would not pass away.


jesse norman sings this spiritual, right in my ear, like the sweetest honey bee, making me swoon and thrill, though the real jerusalem is the scene of holocaust. now by my bed looms the massive tome jerusalem, by alan moore. would that jesse could sing it to me. and what is it about, william blake, for one, and the world that needs a utopia even if it's a vision.