you that create the diversity of the forms open to my words you that divide and multiply it hear my sounds I make yield league to you ancient a**ociates and fellow wanderers you that move the heart in fur and scale I join with you you that sing bright and subtle making shapes that my throat cannot tell you that harden the horn and make quick the eye you that run the fast fox and the zigzag fly you sizeless makers of the mole and of the whale aid me and I will aid you I make a blood pact with you you that lift the blossom and the green branch you who make symmetries more true you who consider the angle of your limbs who dance in slower time who watch the patterns you rough coated who eat water who stretch deep and high with your green blood my red blood let it be mingled aid me and I will aid you I call upon you you who are unconfined who have no shape who are not seen but only in your action I will call upon you you who have no depth but choose direction who bring what is willed that you blow love upon the summers of my loved ones that you blow summers upon those loves of my love aid me and I will aid you I make a pact with you you who are the liquidness of the waters and the spark of the flame I call upon you you who make fertile the soft earth and guard the growth of the growing things I make peace with you you who are the blueness of the blue sky and the wrath of the storm I take the cup of deepness with you earthshakers and with you the sharp and the hollow hills I make reverence to you round wakefulness we call the earth I make wide eyes to you you who are awake every created thing both solid and sleepy or airy light I weave colours round you you who will come with me I will consider it beauty