Fall The Deep Curtains, Delicate

I Testify To Rainbow Feathers, To The Span Of Heaven And Walls Of Colour, The Colonnades Of Jasper.

Passionate Grave Thought, Belief Enhanced, Ritual Returned And Magic.

O Ruthless, Perilous, Imperious Hate, You Can Not Thwart The Promptings Of My Soul.

The Quivering Of Psyche's Butterflies.

We Are Voyagers, Discoverers Of The Not-known, The Unrecorded; We Have No Map; Possibly We Will Reach Haven, Heaven.