Guess who stays to me closer then all?
Guess who carries of my own life and soul?
Guess who looks at me often from there?
  – Devil, Devil.
Guess who waits for me beyond the boundary?
  – Devil, Devil.

Thought a ray flying through the center of the universe
Glance – a key discovering aspect of the moving of all
alive
Abyss in the core of permanents
Blood bets in the fairy dance of delight