I dreamt of light and magick bold,
  when again grass covered the world of old.
Inside I weep and wait 
       for your return to me.

The astral light reaches out,
    strecthing across timeless abyss.
The eye which looks does not see.
The ear, straining to listen, hears nothing
    for all this is delusion --
a joke we made we made when once we're gods,
  a puzzle, labyrinth with no walls
a cage to keep the Madman, lest he leaps at ...?

In a vision I cried out,
   legs tied, hands bound.
My sorcery was tamed 
   by the incessant whistle
of cold airs moving inside,
   regulated, to keep my mind
from finding itself.

A horse rears,
  wearing bridle,
neighing for the incarnation 
	 it was cast in.

BOO!