I have lot's of dancing in me yet
sweetness-bellied turtle
siren of a thousand shivers

Searchin' through my pocketbelts
to scrounge up this un-urgency you plead
this understanding of universe

However moot It may be, to grasp
a cosmos you shamelessly eclipse
with your thousand soft-petaled delights

I be your man, unquestioned, humbled
sightless, browless, faceless,
waiting cloaked in eagle feathers

I within your reach to be let in
to be nuzzled softly, at your leisure
as the petals stroke your trembling skin

--------------------------The Vashnar Sherpa.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Miraman, in the year 331 AF.