here in these moments of mysterious influence ancient impulses do arise! as the princess awaits in her perfumed chamber, and as the beast awaits in its withering cage, and as the past awaits in her pearly belly, and as future awaits in a forming cloud. somewhere betwixt the planets and bugs— the angels and the patterns and the cosmic kiss— multitudes unravel at illumination’s behest and the truth is but left to become the poem. a prayer of mine is proffered for the words still unspoken and for the nights among your flowers and for the water to come. it was my voice in your garden that fathered your faith and my love that saw what is unseen in you. oh, and your planets spun, and your prophets wandered until they became dolmens or their own return. oh and your dolmens danced and your dancers dreamed and your dreamers became dawns of their own awakening. let then the angel of your pleasure appear! it is her hand that knows only how to touch with tenderness. let then your stars unwind and recoil in their rapture! it is my tongue only that knows how to taste your fruit. we shall go and meet our day and be anointed by our sun! let love permeate through everything and let magic take any form! and you will become the creator of your truth and i will be the master of your poem.