State of Magic Ilongo Fritz Ngale Not yet day when the night is not over Not night yet but the day is about to cover The holy couple to consecration shrine moves. The groom staggers in on animals noisy Come the bride,rains of night fall on soil formless The bridegroom mourning with containers empty The chasm unbridgeable separating morning from night. At dawn and twilight fusion the mediator appears Criss-crossing currents of light fusing all in intermediate delight Alms begging lost in palms replenishing. The couple as one awake dreaming and dream waking Sunrise and set freezing on horizontal arms Forming wings for conscious flight. In the intermediate state of power, east and west are welded in the glow of love's blow-torch Fight is now over The reversed face of duality is exiled forever.