From the great womb of the woman within,
An essence substratum of Power arises,
To solidify the platform of all man’s stance,
Which dearly loves his foot of foundation,
That shamelessly defies to give a Purpose,
Against all loneliness and darkness of deceit,
Holding together in an unconscious promise,
To that Self which hath separated Itself,
By redefining the Mind which was dissolute.
The dreams arisen amidst Midnight’s Rest,
Coagulate by Logic in divine coherence,
And with an inherent yet unknown resonance,
Form the beautiful image of what a man is not,
To stand beside him and his conscious pillar,
Before she climbs what was founded on her,
Housing her lover under an infinite cover,
For only that Self which unites Itself,
Forever for the Mind which is resolute.
The Wind