“God or goddess of the sleep of cats,

savoring godhead that in the dark

vat of the mouth crushes eye-berries, ripe,

into the sweet-grown nectar of vision,

eternal light in the palate’s crypt.

Not a lullaby, – Gong! Gong!

What casts a spell over other gods

lets this most cunning god escape

into his ever-receding power.” -Rilke

From Rilke’s Ahead of All Parting p. 197