Raziel: "My lord Kain, might I have a sampling of ice cream?"
Kain: "Yes, Raziel, but only a spoonful."
Raziel:


thousands are sailing
the same self the only self
self willed the peril of a thousand fates
a line of infinite ends finite finishing
the one remains oblique and pure
arching to the single point of
consciousness
find yourself
starting back
Raziel: "My lord Kain, might I have a sampling of ice cream?"
Kain: "Yes, Raziel, but only a spoonful."
Raziel:
