(Poetry Collection.) Two vagabonds—utter strangers until they realize that, in their wandering, they encounter the same divination which litters these pages with the same tasteless letters’ fervour for alienating dictates of fate with feats of faithlessness, in the face of every danger, readers of the perverse favour for its subversive flavour—trace in three cycles of verse the same thing each craves without shame: to be the one the other needs. Drawing on three cards drawn before setting out at dawn on the same day, in the same town, a down-on-his-luck philosopher and pornographer moonlight as amateur necromancers as they resurrect a past neither knew they could change by playing a game they alone can win coming together as opposing forces, coming into their element, when challenged by the loss of a mutual friend. On a pilgrimage to find themselves in someone else, our hero is the reader.