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.