Little lean, wing-footed god
How this big fat hobbling man
Found himself in your service?
Guide of souls at life’s end
Messenger of divine will
Lover of Desire herself…
Send me some dream from ether,
Hash me a smoky idea,
Catch me up in your travels…
Indulge my indulgence.
This Psyche would peer at you
Go down to old Hecate
Prepare crossroads at midnight
Cleanse these thresholds for our bed.
Caduceus–awakened
Out of this grave of silence.
Ecstasy… Glossalalia…
Expiring revelation
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