thief

I , queen in chains
forged by myself in the night
and in braids of flowers change when I wake up ,
I sit on the throne of water ground fire
and air floating between worlds known and unknown ,
I take The Fruit of the Tree of life and call it
male , then fine ; if fever I Closes
The eyes , the death cry of light ;
if Risano , the son Eyelids transparent mirror
That logic Fullness my search lead
To the heart of the world ,
where ' The high and deep .

( S W )