M ALDOUS

For we vanquish into the manifolds of that elation of desire:

Love

Dear love, O my heart yearns for that warmth you give me so.

For I am lost without your gentle bodily glow.

Why do I cry when I see the stars?

Does Betelgeuse speak to me poetics before He bursts asunder?

I am lost without the guidance of his bright plasmatic rush.

For he guides me to you, O love

O love.