Where the crossroads meet is the axle

Of the grand wheel

The heart that reverberates my beat.



I wear the talisman of Thot,

The sign of our unity

Because it has a part of the universe

A part of me.



And my love is strong because nothing can divide

Me from the object of my ultimate affection.



The ophidian wheel



When the moon steals the crown from its rival

Night enters day. Bring forth the eclipse

The schism that reconstructs my lucid kingdom.



And all my children by their birth right

Wear porudly my crown, my horns of pwer

And those who sense my circle thoughts are all witnesses