Mantras written for Zoe

The muse has returned my lover. Welcome I am powerful.

I am powerfuel through the pink orchid. She has stolen my obsession.

Virtuous,Fecund staring, her fleshy leaves framing her height of open buds,

like a fountain.

She needs no one. no more or less than once a week.

The sunshine delayed by cottons of water fixed with pins on her yellow aura.

She came after I opened my eyes.

My company grows stronger as the day moves away from the night.

Be warned myself. Breathe. Be warned.

The deepest of the night, the fathomless depths of the black cannot. Cannot.

Wake up or stay awake your fuel is you. wake up your fuel is your Deter-Emanation.

wake up your fuel is your love for life, for true virtuous life that blossoms like your lexis

made of logos first other than others.

Other come, other leave, embrace and elevate to the sublime List of Dreams

when awake.

Questions

You love to lose, you love you lose

what does it mean other than my pink flower's gaze at me

Means no more of what I envision it to be seeing

though through itself can it only stare through I

Therefore overlap the flower's lap with mine calculate plus

minus; Zero wrong or right to add or subtract in love?

To withdraw words or to extend a lip of faith?

Quest- and Ions of energy push but do not pull the bud falls

according to some OTHER science of Affect.

It affects me. Deeply. I admit.

It hurts. It hurts more than these words of mine can say.