Two mice and a moth my guides—
To have heard the farfalla gasping
as toward a bridge over worlds.
That the kings meet in their island,
where no food is after flight from the pole.
Milkweed the sustenance
as to enter arcanum.
To be men not destroyers.
Two mice and a moth my guides—
To have heard the farfalla gasping
as toward a bridge over worlds.
That the kings meet in their island,
where no food is after flight from the pole.
Milkweed the sustenance
as to enter arcanum.
To be men not destroyers.
