DREAM THE END

a is the aether that anchors the ark

beware, beware!

I do not love you except because I love you;

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

a man who rides the lunar tides

My love for you Is as unvarying in its color

Sky and stars To earn you freedom, the seven

A man stands under a tree, looking at a small house not far away

the magic square floats thru the air