To The Reader

I am raising a new army from the land of love —

For within the sanctuary, there is a threat of rebellion by reason.

The world knows nothing of the reality of Junoon —

For it is the robe perfectly tailored to the stature of reason.

When I donned this robe, I reached such a station —

That reason considered the circling of my threshold its fortune.

Do not think that reason has no reckoning or measure —

For the gaze of a true believer is the apocalypse of reason.