The star-gate crystals are clear
calm in energetic planetary power
they balance and pattern life
the eclipse of galactic alignment

Inside the code is a vision sung
a visitation of the gods of the pyramid
with ears and mind, secreted in a vault
a tidal change of global distribution

The land where gods are humans
scribed on the walls and columns
a father consummates with daughter
whilst she parades her bosoms to others

Time travelled spas of radiant beams
waters bubbles with innate channels
coition to exchange ****** energy
a life force extension of the star-gate

She's late as usual
no I'm not ******

It would do no good . . . anyway
(inside I know I would wait an eternity)
. . . or more

Hey ! About done ?

. . . no response . . .
now you done it. . . she's mad now . . .
or just doesn't care . . .

I rustle some papers . . .
straighten up some pens

Oh ! I forgot , she's more the text type thing

fresh off her lips . . .
click , click , click . . .

So goes my mystic muse