You are a bower of bliss
A little fortress of possibility
Slithering into my awareness
With those unforgettable brows
And that visage of excitable calm
How could I not take you as my daughter
And leave you in the road to die?
Oh, don’t ask why!
Isn’t it enough just to know
That I am here to be your guide;
Your psychopomp through valleys far and wide?
And to teach you to address
Those chains of experience
That will thus constrain and arouse you?
Why you should be on THIS raft of the living
Is your purpose alone
But your power is great
And it is just my delight
To bring it into fruition