before u think y anything      
the universal mind has already conceived
what is already there;
the Poet's winds are blowing              nigh
she is walking through a silken on high
bed of clouds looking up to her
star-filled skirt of       light to  where
the angels are singing loud;
young girls line up & come
           into the groundwork
house; tempest  of volatile Ka  
she is living in the ether w/in the gorge;
there a slender silver statuette;
where the monster's head is a  giant cat;
she is my love forever as we descend
lifelike