The Master of Poems, Cards, and Letters

A spur of an idealism incubated in Sagittarius A and circumvented to the ends of a bordering Autism
pins bodies by the pen if for the lack of cohesion on the tips of the tongue’s buds.
The Master of Poems, Cards and Letters
is effectuated by some Unitarian
transcendence to the gravitational ripples past the planet dwarves that guard the door of orbit equation-
the one face compiled by the flicker of a room of stars slowly dying, quickly emanating towards the other until the convergence of all eternality.

Here appears the one, the only one.
Let him show,
the Master of Poems, Cards and Letters,
the noumenon of an artist awarded this name
Is he the one that we charge towards?
Both wifman and werman.
Some Yaldabaoth who spins the spindle in the World of Forms
from which the collective man derives a metaphor.