Abstract portrait of g

Love, fallen into abstraction, Beauty, Truth, and Justice, in our arms bind us

Out-of-body, now. Love with no extension, stripped of our eyes’ psychic powers.

Forms without time – where are we now? Life goes on, an abstract portrait around

Us. Life finding out. Eyes search the crowd. Eyes see you, eyes that bind us, fused to stars,

To gods and their immanence. Number not untranscended, but rediscovered in

Spirit. Number is a being of magic, a dominatrix, at whose spell I just fall down