St. Cyprian

I was hanging with St. Cyprian just today, he was showing me things the way they lay. Scintilla and all. Spirit feels fantastic. I saw her lunar nature, and the wild, ridiculous ravage of the new moon. Dark spirit. There was someone out to play Scarlet Witch, Fuzzy bunny, snuggle bunny and all manor of games. That was in the house of the rising sun-- under morning star. The dawn, it's a blast. There is a pink room at the horizon, the anteroom to day under the door of which cracks pure light illuminated in love.