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.
M ALDOUS 