With my toes dipped in Blood
I praise my saviour-The Impossible number,
The God of insane possibilities
And once again I have… Lust for the Harvest
Now my seed swarms towards every Empress,
Conucopic copulations!, membranes on membrane!
Mutant magus!-The Faceless!
Selects a mask from the gaunt gallery and dips his nose in blood
Blown out the back of my mind
on the wall,
The Princely numbers shown!