At that time on earth, there was a city of thought and freedom. It was also a place of much teaching and learning, of science, music, art, all, and more. At night there were meetings of many kinds there, of thinkers and scientists, poets, musicians, dancers, artists, traders, inventors, engineers, writers, all people of all kinds, both good and bad. All were there. For it was the City of All.

Receiver came to the city on a summer night, with the soft rain of Satori's tears still falling. There was a meeting, one for the saying of word-spells and poems in an old bookstore, where some people told theirs and others listened. The spelled Receiver came there, followed by nettlesome shadow wolves that the Nameless created out of his hot breath and sent even into the daylight to find and drive Receiver to him, though even Receiver couldn't see them.

There was there a girl of magic named Kayess. Her silver and rainbow lips glowed with light as she said some soft spells for the meeting. And Receiver saw that his luck, which is another whole realm of magic, coming from the earth, was true and fortunate, since the girl was a very great and good Sorceress. Of the seven magicians living at any one time in the universe, she was one, the magician of word and sign. And he was glad, since he needed more magic than he alone had in order to face down the power of the Nameless (that he had himself inadvertently set free).

Silverlipped
you walk a glittered garden
arrowed thoughts feather through air
and synapse sympathies,
bolding yourself bare.

My insprung mind unwinds,
as you soothe
with spider woven rainbows.

Touching flashed with flesh burned colors
of singed excitement,
life sucked sensations,
split second glimpses of holy fires,

you shout up the godworks
that doppled us sexed,
hone chromosomes
to recombine our doubling wounds
that in healing
sear generations,

that sliced,
bend us back,
blind and tetanused,
touching ancestral tails,
finned to find
in the black undersea flow,
a charismatic carress.

As Kayess finished, he went to her, and as they met, the floors and earth trembled. He told her his story, revealed his real name, and asked her help. She believed, since she saw the blinding white magic in him, from the angels that made it. She then said a spell-poem with his real name, so he could see the scent of the Nameless and other magical things.

With her new magic, Receiver found he could see invisible things of white magic by looking over his right shoulder, and invisible things of black magic when he looked over his left. He then discovered that there was another universe of shades, shadows, myth, magic, and light, joined with the ordinary day, and there was an edge of life and being even on what was thought not living, so even rocks grumbled and he heard. The edge of life was also on what was thought empty and dark, so even corners and cracks mumbled, and shadows spoke and told.

He then also saw the worrisome little creatures that Nameless made to follow him and bother him into mistakes, saw them jumping and biting and hurting his spirit, fading in and out of even magical sight.