Magic—not just the
Bastard sister of science;
More than Easter eggs
Hidden in the software
Of space-time.
Encircled by talismans,
Burn styrax, benzoin;
Invoke the agencies,
Cry forth the conjuration!
Those whom reality has failed
Fall back on the mystery,
Desperate for a redemption
No church can afford.
Great Architect, beware:
By Berhatiah and Jaljalut
Here I come,
Limping into paradise.