Those two sisters standing next to each other
Despair and the promise of immanence
Holding the flame of human frailty
That familiar impotence of God

Move the stone door of Solovyov’s folly
Insurrected at the third day, I will rise
As the bone instrument of the dugpas rattles
It leads away to the place of unceasing no-beyond

Beheld by the skull his eyes turn grey
Insect souls wrapped in humanity
While the wine of Kali Ma pours forevermore
Do not take it anymore, do not take it

There’s no end to human will, enlightened by desire
Satan thou are not called for nothing, my love
Let us be silent... In Me