The  Messenger, the Bride and the Occulist's Daughter

 

The plague of your desires more truthful than any direction finder, or compass of shadowy places, and what matters most is that vessel of the traveler’s bright plasma or the black moon of the flame in the eyes of the bride, hermetically sealed in the caress, while the bride is dreaming, the tiger dreams and Bird of Paradise dreams, and the water rises up into its own dreaming position, and they are not dreaming, they are touching you, exciting the sinew of your shadow that runs ahead solving riddles and lighting candles.