Beside careening walls In a crowded room The Snake sheds in the Space between breaths Black-masked Brothers Reside atop usurped thrones weeping over fallen grains of sand Now a crow flies east Now a river is dammed shut Half in the night Half in the sun Time accelerating Still too slow If only they could feel The burning unwavering source Soul swells vast (The) Blue spreads open glistening Bracing for the momentum Of the ever-rising Sphere Enjoined, the cup overflows The parched children rejoice Oh Minister, thy words unchain the bounty of pure and holy lust What was dim grows nearer Words not merely heard Rise Up! Come Forth!