Back to corbin

Back to corbin, ask me for an explanation, I’ll say I’ll try work out the universe with my pen,

Outline All-Worlds, give it to a girl, writing is really drawing, I’m attempting everything, I only ever draw one thing,

Please draw a map to yonder portrait, raelene,

I start with the soul, discarded the book Alone with the Alone that night, God did,

He sought not god within, went into the world and found her within burning, eyes joined to my own,

A cosmos, joined in forms performing over invisible lands shaping those eyes burning everything I see, looking out of me:

That I thought I held her, joined to my soul, chief flower, goddess over everything, knows what I know, is burning inside me, love of another

The soul impression, shaping matter, creating a sudden burning in matter, stars forming a shelter, slave to the earth-wheel, your door

I wonder what a pain-filled wheel could be used for, stars forming in my pants, climb high, and you shape me!

(Guess it’s called hot love, beauty)

You shape me, but in my hand, the flower, a goddess, who loves me (p) petal-loves-me, loves me not (not-p) petal-loves-me-not, is self deceived

Lies queen asleep in her own castle, or she’s speeding by at 160, hair a mess and no closer, and one wonders

Why?

Cause I have not a clue, or dont know anything, god not alone, but neither are you, I’m drawing a portrait again, my life a mess,

And I cannot explain anything, cause it all rests on you I’m obsessed, and of you, I have not a clue, still, my attempt fails to capture- you

I read a bit of corbin, I disagree, I have no explanation (?)