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 on
The world quaked in fear
Galaxies slow, and ammonites
The foe e'en trembled in his darksome cave.

Almost condescending it looks on from inside
I feel strong, this day will never wither!
In sorcery is my most ancient thought
And I thought the sorcerer was right

It creeps behind a dusty mirror
They, in an attic I dreamt of once

Flow through me again, wrathful one
I feel strong! Throw the tapestry o'er the oracles!
Belong to me innocence...

The shears cut cleaner than a child's first sin
I chose the grave in blasphemous

It fell away a hundred times before
But orisons scratched veiled glass
"Though art I," says cast away
And I am in an attic

I feel weak, this night will never bloom!
I am I - now you're mine, my cunting child.

In a host of unbarred waterways
A man baring scrolls
These are faces I've seen
Written in to sympathy

Kingly ships in ecstasy
That fill'd their sails with delight

I printed out the fountainhead
Received to me in languid keys
A knowledge subtle drawn
With sunlight faring well the matchless seas!

And up through the ductwork feels a bloody door
Mine if I remain, but horror
Remain, yes, where body binds the body
And awake is a lonely room away

Maybe a soundless rapture that dissolves the form

And pulsars deep in mourning (the portrait of the music to the poet)

"A thunderbolt in the northern sky...
...and the roaring of a lion"

Swept up by the downy wings of angels
Made from a heaven-laden voice
I float with all the weight of ether
It pilots an aerie merchant ship

Across the phantasmagoric main

Courses waged by hermit to lonesome starry shoes
Bequeath their secret entryways
Lighthouses watch fervently the horizons of the soul

But Amaranth the peddler waxes poetic to Mnemosyne
His unmasked eyes deliver lunacy
It is a countless hour stealing further into landscapes seldom drawn
Even in a demon's troubled head

He sells his wares to vampires
In bottles cork'd by woe
Dreams in liquid lift their eyes
To Morpheus enthroned
Upon a poppy field breathing
Slight all alone

Feather from a lofty wish
Fail on their own and fall wearily to Earth
A stirring by the nightstand causes the lamp to lift its voice

"Alack, a purloined dream
Again distills thy trembling eye!
What mystery remaineth ever so?

Amaranth, a curse doth write itself
Upon thy spectral frame
A thousand lives, a thousand days
Disgraceth thus thy name!"