Your prevalent power radiates through my previously jaded veins , as the last knots are carefully tied; fashioning the unprecedented blueprint that shall be The Demandmanship.

 Calling to me as I sleep, my cold sweat blending into the misty November air, years still from acquaintance. My astral body melts into a door of pure aquamarine .

I view my essence arising from preparation into power. Standing on the very top of a mountain of soft sand, not sinking; I see you on the adjacent mountain. Treading slowly through the deep veins of the body of kismet, the pace honouring the two paths of divine entanglement . Each transmission slow and steady as the honour and sanctity this union shall hold.

[November 2023]