“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