77th prayer to G

The fervour of religare

Upon my soul-struck divinations

Tongue of fever licks winter-goddess’ icy touch

I call an anvil

This praise giving

I beseech to return

Awe to its vein

What to others

They call a calling

They name God

Thy name is Love

Unite the divided

As yoga, naughty G-n

As interlocked palm trees

In an alchemy i call mad, raving lust