Immune to relational cataclysm

I’ve rediscovered the core of my being

Sacred power,

Transneptunian

This ring of Plutonium

Unburdened

Atlas at last relieved

I commune with the beyond

Whispers converted into shouts

The spirits of the deceased

Sit at the table

Offering council

This coincidencia oppositorum

Of the living and the dead

Conjunction and marriage

Of two opposites

Made one

The Lord of the Underworld

Is my brother

Who offers understanding

no mortal can grant

I sit with him

Lips blue

Body like ice

Yet he warms me at the hearth

In the middle of Earth

He opens the gates

Of Elysium

But I’d rather sit at his side

For my heart is loyal

Feed me pomegranate

I’ll remain for an eternity

Thank you