All hail the Queen of the World!
Primus Consequentia, Meta-Mensura,
She who is basis of all comparison,
Measure of Man by Woman Herself,
Consort of My Night-Skinned Lord.
Numbers that maketh our Reality,
Count of all Continuous Time,
Circumference of infinite finitude,
Her Outcomes become our Being,
As She in Her Beauty calls to all Balance,
For She cannot be held by No Other.
You are the Woman, You are Necessity!
Crux of comparison, paradigm, The Void,
Your Eyes reflect that Great Nothingness,
From which we draw our Line.
Points of all relevance, parallax of reference,
Only You encircle Existentia.
Differentiation of Being,
Known only in Dreams,
From which we wake to remember,
The very Mind we used to measure,
Our Reality that Is by Your Will.
The Daughter of Nobody,
You art the First and only Consequence,
of Zero.