The night is Like the Sun
Though I cannot see, though I am Blinded, stellar cartographer so Lonesome
Fog lamp of Ghost ship Though I am a Prophetic I thirst for your conductions Lonestar system
Though I cannot know your solar-Flareful love, Though I am Blind to Love
benignly adrift your efforts are neither wasted nor varicose Although I am a Prophet of Love
Though I can’t know your benevolent smiles, Though I can’t brail your Saintly-grin (for-you-are-too-hot)
Bliss-mistress continue to conduct with vibrant(colorful)arches the celestial, the solar(Rainbow)flare
And the Fire and the Silence of the Cosmos
Conductor Wand, illuminate Illuminate by witchever craft may my paper-be-lit, Nuclear Lamp Illume!
Though you are hearthside coalfire Furnacer, though you who may only see me in daylight/daytime
Are Magnitous Kenning sticks of space, Though you may not (point) your varied Atomic henceforth
Apollo I love you| with rapturous heart| Birthmother of Phaeton the Lover of-most-of-all
Though schroched I now know your Burnt/Bone plight
Sappling of Aarons Rod, free of varicose veins, transpire your sweaty Love to me
Oakey sweaty Almond sun, belight pathways the intersection of several important Happenings Illume
Though you are more than this | ship set adrift | Though you cosmos are benign
Cascade-Almonds from the willow branches; rain the Cosmos in sweet wet almonds
I Love you who most brightens my shape whose Albedo is most, I love you
Although I cast mine down Last, watch as it consumes all other Evils
Fatigued Salamander, who eats ashes as Bread, you Sun in Hell
Although I am ne’er present at rest, Love for me the curled authority I present
Fogship Ghost light I am you you are me
Endless night | fat Stargazer| Lonely head in the Clouds
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