In The Heart Of The Snow Empress

She - the length of her face's was of my height -
Took me with her cold hands, as cold as icicle,
And in her heart - in flaming Everest -
She put me easily, as if while flying.

She did not touch me - not a graze at all,
But there was her control - in any motion:
At the same time she was in front of all,
And from behind, saw everything, encircling.

Seeing from outside, yes! - and from inside!
and then connecting with my thoughts inside me-
Merged with me - her enormity of size -
Then again our thoughts - they were departing.

The world around was in white crystals - all!
The whole world became white,transparent like skin.
Everything in her eyes. All was - Her Thought.
A living thought that's current, running, sliding,

And then frozen in the matter of forms,
And breathing in the image of the flowers,
In humans - the refined species of drones,
In animals - robots simple and humble.

And all is heated through - by Her heart's fire!
All is Her thought, and under Her control.
And all is thin, plastic like ice - ductile,
Covered with veil or spirit - as in Womb.