If you travel to the Outer Lindees, in search perhaps of those Wild Women depicted in lost songs, pay special attention to the curves of the coastline. In the archipelago, the most noteworthy island in this respect is that of Aud Majora, Grande Aud: her beaches and cliffs are of such continuous grace and beauty that many a geographist has fallen into sensuous fits when laying his gaze upon her!

Oh, but what is that I see just beyond Aud Majora? I, that am sexless and calm, at peace in Krim and far beyond the sensual realms, no student of the old Sorrow School – I see the Sister, Aud Minora, little Aud of the right angles. It is on this island I disembark. Nothing grows here anymore, only rolling pebble-stones and whispering wavelets are heard. Yet there is great comfort in this land, this place of Scholars & Learned Sages! I take a moment now to reflect in the Aura of Aud Minora on the fate of the Wild Women who once danced on these shores with unmatched fervor.

My memories leak out of every orifice and gather in a shallow pool, reflecting at once the eternal starry sky (especially bright and brilliant tonight, is it not?) and the earthly woes I have brought with me from a profane and pestilent past: triangular despair, shattering eyelids, fever-dreams of red-gold birds; a house in flames, an abandoned homeland …

When I am drained of Life & vim
My Death is blessed by Father Krim