The portraiture within me rose up To meet a constellation Borne on psychic waters. Geometry showed me its dark side And showered me with its arcing plumes.
The Lovers met in deepest dreams - Tourmaline eyes glinting in the non-light.
I bring to thee an Orchid I picked Once as a human From my Spiral garden I held the holy Tripod and All the nothing held its breath.
Gemini solemnly split themselves - The world closed its eyes. Supreme love in the opposite - The world hid in clouds. From a severed two came one - The world quaked in fear. Galaxies slow, and ammonites - The foe e'en trembled in his darksome cave.