Abstract portrait of g

Our Love, fallen into principles, Beauty, Truth, and Justice. Many armed, bound

Out-of-body, now. Your abstract portrait, stripped of our eyes’ psychic powers

Too much time – what are we doing now? Life is an abstracted portrait around

Us. Life finding out. Eyes in the crowd. Eyes that see, eyes that hear, fused to stars 

Are gods and immanence. Of number not untranscended, but rediscovered

In spirit. Number, a being of magic, just a dominatrix, at whose feet I fell down