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The
Book of Lies
by Harry Hill III
published by
Threshold Publishing Company
P.O. Box 4033
Blaine, WA 98231
USA
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Bezaleel
And long the shadow
dogged me
As I labored for the Light
And long the days grew empty
As the holocaust grew bright.
I waited out the
empty days of light
My spirit stilled, my blood was cold
The summer was the night
And stillness was the watchword of the night.
I prayed, and
wept, and was not left alone
Harried by Bezaleel, I was not left alone
And long the shadow dogged me
As I prayed to be alone
As solitude was stolen from the stone.
Can it be, my
enemy
That now we break that troth?
You are too familiar to my eyes.
There is no light of me in you
Beneath the glad disguise
I have at last grown weary of your lies.
Bezaleel my brother
is the author of these lies
And I will not be hated nor despised
Court him with disharmony
And Death will be your prize
Bezaleel is author of these lies.
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Instructions
to the Allegory
DeMolay was de mole
Mallory spoke mal ori
Shakespeare was known to shake a spear
In pretty lies, the purest truth yet lies.
Judge not!
Lest ye interpret badly
Let truth alight upon the most objective
For in verse inverse no judgements are proclaimed
The lies are for the wicked and profaned.
6-10-98
My prophet dies,
my prophet dies!
And still I wait here penning lies
No creature takes my hiding place
No sentence is proclaimed
My lies are for the wicked and profaned.
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Notes:
The irresponsible
keep excellent records of their infractions; so that on the ever-postponed
Day of Judgement, they have calculated their debts (with compound interest)
to an exactitude. It is this dedication to self-condemnation and
the actions which produce it that define ‘damnation.’ These take
on a single responsibility: measuring the weight of their sin on
the scales of Karma; the only rightful task they should defer to Deity.
6-13-98
Beware the ides
of June.
Jack and Jill
Have harried Hill
To drink of long distraction
Jack got wise to Sister’s lies
And Jill was out of action.
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Eighth
of Ides: Throne of Alcazar
I greet the waxing
Sun in salutation
And watch as towers fall into the sea
The month of plenty is upon me now again
Beckoning the dreamers to decree:
In attunement
is the healing of the earth
And in the dawning sky the brightening Star
And in the mystic rose there lies the mystery unfurled
Wisdom from the throne of Alcazar.
And yet the shadow
looms before my door;
And still the shade is poisoned by the sun
And yet remains the guilty and the poor
Damned by separation from the One.
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Apocalypsos
Fugiens
They stand, as statues, in the red unholy clime
Deny the Light, return to dawn
As empty as a rind
The tide has turned…
Ariel is now united with the Ur
The war will break, the war has broke
The war has broken down
The tide has turned
And now at last all prophecy is spurned.
O glad the angel
blessing on the tamed and savage lands
Glad the time that turns upon the tide.
Glad the holy
blessing that emerges from our hands
Glad the earth that turns upon the tide.
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Lethe
in Israel
At the crossroads, south of Edentown
Lies Lethe’s mighty water
Cold with blood of Nordic stock
Washed clean by Zion’s daughter
Twenty three were
numbered psalms
And hundreds more were slain
And thousands more were ransomed late
When Asher’s vengeance came.
At the crossroads
South of Hanover
Lies Israel’s decree
Where Aaron’s mighty army
Sought its passage to the sea.
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Notes
on the Mir - 6/17/98
1. Tower of Didymos
We saw good works
of men, and wept;
For would there be
In such a place as this,
The courage of their soul’s conviction?
What lends the
strength
To bear them light through winter?
To brace their minds against the winds of certain change?
I wept; for I could not see
The courage of adversity in these.
The voices of
the meek rise not against the Pharisee
Nor cry against the carriage of misjustice
Were they to weep
And in their dry and sober prayer
Appeal to grace beyond humility
Then I might speak,
But I am dumb
to pleas for justice without power;
I cannot stay the rending of their self-created tower.
6-17-98
2. Land of Law
No grace for thee
Though all have pled for grace
Son of Ilych
Daughter of the Tsar
You cultivate the seasons of the Mir
And punish sloth
The sheep doth pen themselves and shepherd
In this frozen land of law
And pay the wolf consulting rates
For fleecing them apace
As long as sheep are shepherdless
They wait the wolves in grace
Pay they the most
to let them be;
But none will let them be.
As we judge, so we are judged by law.
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3. The Returning
Coin
I could not give
a dollar for the widow
I could ransom all the congregation as the Prophet
And release the prisoners as judge or chief;
But cannot spend my oft-returning coin
I spend it in the precinct of their grief.
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The
Lesser
Free me from the Christians of Valhalla!
Release me from the Prince Accountancy.
Mensheviki rise!
For your freedom is at hand
Strength in numbers is your fatalist delusion
Named you are less you have proclaimed
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The
Mir
Bolder through adversity, these breed
And spawn again the creed of strife
Within the Christian seed;
Stronger through
adversity, these need
All are chief to Him who author all their righteous need.
Bountiful, they bleed.
And tax themselves the benefits of greed.
The Mir refuse
to serve the politics of need.
These I love, though I cannot bear
To see them love to bleed.
Righteous yet
is still the cruelty of their creed.
The honored of the Mir refuse the politics of need.
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The
Politics of Want
The drones still
love the candy
The droves of need are gathering
So give em what they want
So their lives
are soft and lazy
Cause they want to get it on
So their minds are dark and crazy
Well… it’s the politics of want.
Before
My Eyes
Before my eyes the
earth is still
Awaiting judgement, all is still
Yet I am overjoyed.
The Lie has made
itself and burns itself in fire
So let the rain obliterate the fire.
I have burned
more than I built
And wrote more than I know
And conscience speaks, the wisdom stills
And I am meek.
Who would laugh
if they could see me meek?
In feigning strength, you might perceive me weak
And pride returns so quickly
If before my eyes you speak
Speak not! Regard instead
The wisdom of the meek.
All the knowledge
of the world
Was buried in my brow
And all the pride that drowned the earth
Is fashioned in the now
Before my eyes,
the dream is done
And prisoners are freed
For at my word, the world has ceased
To follow Pauline creed.
The secret lost,
the power gone
Material destroyed
And still, I laugh, and weep aloud
For I am overjoyed.
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Denied
.
We hide, as God demands day labor
Light denied,
I grow that talent from death I died
I could not be light denied.
.
As she grew, she died
A darkness grew as long I tried
And could not free her from her pride
She would live, though light denied.
.
She long was lost, my errant bride
In calumny she laughed and lied
And drew me to her fallen side
A chattel of her fallen pride.
.
And purged, and humbled from my sin
The Lord hath spoke and drew me in
Where broke stood, a whole again
I could not sin to fall again.
.
But there she waits, my beauteous
Her harvest ripe and plenteous
Pretending light and virtuous
A virgin and abstemious.
.
Is she now light and purged of sin
Or doth she seek my soul to win
With lust in beauty calcified
Or is she damned, and light denied?
.
For how I loved her, dark and bright
And long I loved her through our night
We broke apart the glorious morn
And turned away when I was shorn.
.
Humility will hold me here
As pride will bind her to her fear
But serve I will and serve I must
Until the Ram has gone to rust.
.
The dove has lighted on my head
Although she breathes upon the dead
She makes a god of death instead
I count her now among the dread.
.
I will not be light denied
No matter how she pled or tried
I would not bleed to serve her pride
Though she is lost, she has not died.
.
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The
Bounteous Spirit
I cannot understand
his speech
I speak in tongues but cannot reach
The bounteous spirit hid beneath
In Osterreich, upon that beach.
I died in Bonn;
and this he knew
From France I came, to France I knew
The called have gathered yet again.
To call the Brethren yet again.
In esoteric cannonade
My lips are dumb, my pen is made
To follow all the strife of sin
Until the Brethren meet again
He speaks in Deutsch,
he speaks Gaulois
But still I hear the cannon roar
The world at large has gone to war
And still he speaks in old Gaulois
The cannonade
resumes again
And now resumes my book again
The prophet’s motive never flags
The dogs of war, the posing wags
Are howling in
the death-filled streets
Jerusalem in boots and cleats
Assyria is bound to law
And all he speaks is old Gaulois
Case! I
plead, and cease! I cry.
I cannot hope to wonder why
Who are they - and who am I
To call the end down from the sky?
Who are they,
and who am I
To sit and wake, while millions die?
Who are they,
and why am I
Awake to stop and wonder why?
These I know, so how can I
Lie happily abed in joy
While millions of the faithful die?
Cows will feed
and pigs will fly
And tigers tower in the sky
And comets fall, and monkeys fry
When vengeance bids injustice die.
I cannot hear,
nor understand
The language of my native land
The bounteous spirit fills with joy
The aged man becomes the boy.
Do not plague
me, profligate!
My mind is clear, my path is straight
In seven years, as long I wait
I will soon meet Thee at the gate.
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The
Begats
1925 the word was
still
1985 the word was Will
1995 the Voice was shrill
2005 the world was filled.
And so I died.
In 2015 I had arrived.
For 90 years the Truth survived
And in ’59 reborn alive.
I woke again, again to strive.
Mark my pen! I
am alive
Neither masculine nor feminine
A breed apart, conciliate
With chastity to procreate.
As Lust and Boredom
masturbate
I reconcile to promulgate.
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The
Sons of David Repent
Where are my sons?
I count them few, my little ones
Where are all my holy sons?
I wait
And crashes forth the angel through the gate.
I am undone
For can’t the Judgement wait
For pity’s wrath, for pity’s sake!
Have mercy on the ones who wake
My sons are fallen, let them wait.
The earth is mine,
sayeth the Lord
And filled with sons of wrath
Let all the sons of wrath be judged
Before their fallen master.
Let he be judged
who judges least
Let pity follow after.
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Redemption
You were ever of that kind
Muse-enamored, cased in clay
To wrestle with your passion's mind
And flee
To love another day
In Eros' pure
and hot sensation
Livid sensuality
Flesh-engendered inspiration
Abandon creativity
As a woman lone
and spurned
Stolid grief upon a Boat
Your Muse the widow in the stern
Scudding empty, half-afloat
The captain of
your life
Drunken sailor on the dock
Bewailing cares and petty strife
Seeking ecstasy in shock
Unmindful of that
One
Who stands in silence far from shore
Drifting westward to the Sun
And now at distance seen no more
When will you
seek her, placid Dame
Poetic Lady undemanding
Will you shun her all the same
When she appears upon your landing?
The female form
cannot approach
Her height of sensitivity
Her beauty now is your reproach
When you touch her creativity
Waken briefly,
leave your arbor
Find the Muse among the mesh
Of fishermen upon the harbor
Flee that realm of drunken flesh
And ask forgiveness,
profligate
Bow your head and bend your knee
She would ever make you great
A true companion, bold and free.
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Rhapsody
in August (Reprise)
They gather for the festival of Buddha
Rendered solemn by the politics of time
And wait the biting sickle of the harvest
To separate the mortal from the mind.
Akira, we have
seen their melted faces
And the pattern of their smeltered bones
Shattered in the traces of their garden
Pulverized like children in the womb.
I await the cool
expanse of August
As morning reaches out its gentle hand
To fill your temple with the miracle of life
Your islands with the mystery of rain.
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The
Technique of Allegoresis
Allegory as a literary device is designed to tell more than one story
at a time, a simple tale for simple people, an intriguing tale with hidden
meanings for the more enlightened, and deeply significant spiritual truths
to the initiated. It is also designed to encourage those who are
barely glimpsing the larger world of truth to reach for more, and give
them clues as to how to do so.
It is also designed
to keep its authors from breaking the law of the land and to still communicate
specific and sensitive information which will not be corrupted by translation,
editing, or censorship while in the hands of those who might seek to confuse,
confound, or execute the authors and keep them from their high spiritual
purposes. This has always been the use of allegory in
the Western world; a sort of traditional encryption scheme which has
proven to be uncrackable. In the modern day, even amongst those
who say they are initiated into the schools to which these allegories
belong, they cannot crack their own codes, although the keys sit on the
table before them. It may be necessary to abandon all pretense since
Babylon has risen far quicker than anticipated.
The Rules of
Esoteric Allegory
Traditional literary
allegories (if there are any separate from the mystery schools to which
they belong) are said to have four levels of decipherable interpretation:
Metaphoric
Symbolic
Historic (Cultural)
Religious , Spiritual, or Mythical (depending upon context and subject)
Esoteric allegories
have more:
Initiatic - referring
to specific rituals, initiations, or techniques of the school to which
the allegory belongs
Kabalistic - referring to the Sepher Yetzirah (Book of Splendor) and its
formulae
Numerological - referring to one or more numerological systems
Cosmological - referring to the cosmological scheme of the tradition,
such as the Hermetic school (in this case)
Astrological - the type of astrological system also needs to be referenced
in some way so that it can be followed
Other - there are systems of allegory in use by specific scribes over
the course of history, and they have a set of private symbols which, while
interpretable, are private and thus need a dictionary.
Encryption - all encryption in my work is done in English. Word
invention is done in classical Greek from traditional roots.
Scriptural - referring to the same sources and with the same system as
the Greek New Testament and the Judaic Old Testament (from their original
texts.) I haven’t compiled any of those glosses, but I use them.
It will probably be necessary to provide an allegoresis - a complete allegoresis,
of the Apocalypse, just so that people will know for the first time what
it actually means.
The sets I use,
in addition to the traditional, are the initiatic rituals of the Rosicrucian
school, the Kabalistic formulae of that school and of the Count of Saint
Germain (see The Kabalah of Numbers), the Numerological system of the
same source, the Cosmological System of the Kybalion (the school of Hermes
Trismegistos), very slight use of the Astrological system of the Theosophical
school and its derivatives, and the private symbols developed specifically
for the new cycle, whose dictionary I am in the midst of compiling.
My writings are the only rosetta stone for those, as far as I know.
I compiled the first gloss at the end of the first edition of “Epistle”
- which touches on the bare literary surface of that work (the first four
levels.)
As an allegorist,
my personal opinion of the allegories extant from the Middle Ages onward
is that they all contain at least two of the additional levels of interpretation
I have cited that characterize esoteric allegory, but that some of these
have been obscured by retranslation and language change, as well as severe
editing. Evidence of initiatic and kabalistic levels of interpretation
can be found in many of the medieval mystery plays, the Song of Roland,
the Romance of the Rose, and the other love allegories of the Middle Ages,
written in French, since that is the main school that survived and flourished
in the Western World and French was the language of choice for encryption.
Latin naming is a traditional esoteric device for that reason. I
use very little Latin, because I am not attempting to recreate the French
school’s work or replace its message. Just as Valentin Andreae did
in Germany in the 15th century with his new German allegory, the Chemical
Wedding of Christian Rosenkreutz, he did not intend to replace anything,
but rather to issue new information in new contexts to communicate to
those who would be attracted to a new dispensation of teachings.
A Sample Allegoresis
An allegory is
indicated in my work by the capitalization of common words that do not
fall at the beginning of a line, such as “Nickel Man” and “Soldier.”
The reader should note that the work is an allegory by this device alone,
because it employs allegorical naming of persons and places. These
persons and place names can be interpreted by the use of other reference
sources. If they are English they may be found in English dictionaries,
if not English they may be found in the Greek roots of English words.
The place names may recur in many poems - if so, they will always refer
to the same thing and have the same meaning. When such an allegory
is indicated, the use of pronouns takes on a special meaning, and not
the traditional meaning throughout the poem. “I” refers to the Higher
Self or superconscious identity, “me” refers to the conscious self, “you”
refers to the audience or conscious self of the reader, “the” in an allegorically-keyed
line will refer to ‘the elohim’ or the human race, ‘they’ means ‘the yod’
- and will refer to the leadership of the elohim “the yod” - the active
principle amongst the race, sometimes referred to as the ‘y’ chromosome,
‘them’ will be the mundane kingdom or the world of affairs, “which” refers
to myself - ‘vh’ + ‘ich’ when it used grammatically incorrectly in place
of the word ‘that’
x or m -
designates a female person
y or r - designates a male person
Eaters of the
Dead
Let me tell you about
the Nickel Man
And his hairy friend the Soldier
(Foreigners, my father said)
Come to Annaganthas for the Sunday fair
Come to sell their bodies and their foreign yellow hair.
They sold their
shoes on Sunday
And laid their limbs on pegs
They asked a penny for the arms
A nickel each for legs.
And war broke
out in Annaganthas
Sunday as the arms and legs changed hands
The Nickel Man and Soldier had filled a sack with lead
And when the wounded came into the square
He offered them a nickel for the dead.
The Huns had taken
Annaganthas
As the Nickel Man made money at the fair
And then loaded down with flesh and coin he fled
(Scavengers, my father said)
Gone to feed the countryside and fill his sack of lead
Gone to offer carrion to eaters of the dead.
12/08/91
I renamed this
allegory - a very unusual act, after the Nickel Man got a big kick out
of the original name, “The Nickel Man.” I got upset about the gloating
and decided to rename it to focus upon the topic under discussion, rather
than the allegorical naming convention. The allegory worked much
too well in this case. The original publication shows the name as
“The Nickel Man” but only the Nickel Man has copies of the original published
copies.
Eaters of the
Dead - Easter of the Dead - the Resurrection of the Dead And How They
are Consumed
The title could
be alternatively translated as “Dawn of the Dead” in the popular idiom.
I stole the title from Michael Crichton’s novel because I liked it so
much - it referred to a race of throwbacks who fed on carrion. “Easter”
refers to an ancient festival called Oester which also refers to the East
- the word ‘estrus’ comes from the same root, and refers to the spring
festival of fertility, or the rite of spring. East in Hermetic philosophy
is the source of the Greater Light or Cosmic awareness, and anagrammatized,
it means ‘not’ Light. The Eaters of the Dead are not from the East.
Let me tell you
about the Nickel Man
And his hairy friend the Soldier
(Foreigners, my father said)
Come to Annaganthas for the Sunday fair
Come to sell their bodies and their foreign yellow hair.
‘Let me tell you
about’ - tells the reader it is ‘about’ rather than straightforward, the
author does not know the full import of events, but it is a tale of events,
of affairs in the mundane world.
The Nickel Man:
a compound allegorical name. It means an alloy, a coin, or something
signifying five. Answer: all of the above. It designates
five people of one purpose, and then there is one other person, the Soldier,
who is physically described as ‘hairy’ - ref. Esau, the hairy son
who was not favored by Joseph.
Foreigners - this
refers to ‘outside’
Come to Annaganthas:
this line can be read more than one way:
Imperative:
“Come to Annaganthas for the Sunday fair”
Declarative “(they did) come to Annaganthas for the Sunday fair”
There is also
an encryption using the word ‘come’ - ‘they came with me’
Annaganthas:
‘anna’ = grace (Hebrew)
‘ganthous’
= flowery, from Gk. ‘flower’
it has more than
one meaning: the outcome of spiritual striving - i.e. Cosmic
enlightenment, the flower of grace is the awakened eye or the jewel in
the lotus in other metaphorical systems, or it could be considered the
rejuvenated Garden, which is a traditional image in Western hermeticism.
It could be generally considered as the Temple or at least a place of
instruction and attainment.
They came with
me to the temple
for the Sunday
fair -
forth Sunday
f air - those who came forth on Sunday , Sunday being the day of Christ,
or the present dispensation - these are Cosmically known as ‘stragglers’,
or the last wave, ‘f(rom) the air’ - or mental beings. Since on
the 7th day it was said that God rested, then those things that come forth
on this day are not of this creation and not of the Divine plan.
Foreigners, (as)
my father (who art in heaven) said
They came with me to the temple | they came forth on Sunday from the air
The first stanza
explains the entire situation as well as can be described. The imagery
is consistent with the allegory. The next stanza refers to what
happened after the Nickel Man and the Soldier arrived at the temple.
They sold their
shoes on Sunday
And laid their limbs on pegs
They asked a penny for the arms
A nickel each for legs.
“They” - special
use, ‘the elohim’ - the leaders of humanity ‘sold their shoes’ - shoes
is a scriptural reference to visible attainments, such as John used in
his description of Christ - “I am not worthy to lace his shoes” - one’s
shoes Scripturally refer to one’s portable wealth. To sell one’s
shoes is to give away all that is valuable that one can carry and render
one unable to travel freely, or to abandon your vehicle.
They relinquished
their attainments on Sunday
‘Limbs’ refers
to the body - a limb on pegs is a crucifixion or submitting oneself to
the law of karma, which inevitably happens when one relinquishes attainment,
he retrogresses.
“They” repeated,
changes the subject back to the Nickel Man
asked a penny
for the arms: ‘arms’ here is a pun - there was one warrior - a penny
is one
a nickel each for legs: ‘legs’ refers to go-fers - those who did
errands, there were five of those
The device above
is known as an epithet - ‘arms’ for a soldier, ‘legs’ for a runner or
an errand-person.
Thus this stanza
glosses the interpretation of “Nickel Man” as being five people plus a
soldier who made a sixth, and served in a military capacity.
And war broke
out in Annaganthas
Sunday as the arms and legs changed hands
The Nickel Man and Soldier had filled a sack with lead
And when the wounded came into the square
He offered them a nickel for the dead.
‘war broke out’
is the conflict that ensued
‘Sunday as the arms and legs changed hands’ - the soldier and the five
had reversed or changed with respect to one another - it may be freely
assumed that the war broke out between them
‘filled a sack with lead’ - the fruit of karma is dross, their striving
had created unfruitful consequences
‘the wounded came into the square’ - the square is the temple building
itself, the consecrated place of transmutation, ‘the wounded’ would be
those subject to transmutation and karma.
“He” - Hebrew, ‘window’ referring to one of the four great spiritual principles.
Also refers to the Nickel Man buying and selling the dead, or trading
in souls. “them” - special use, the world of affairs, ‘nickel’ in
this line means ‘five’ - five souls were traded to or sold back to those
they had harmed. Over the course of time, the coin has changed from
a nickel to a penny to a nickel again as the situation changes.
A penny would be a single soul, a nickel would be all five. It will
probably eventually come out to a penny. The original offer was
for five.
The Huns had taken
Annaganthas
As the Nickel Man made money at the fair
And then loaded down with flesh and coin he fled
(Scavengers, my father said)
Gone to feed the countryside and fill his sack of lead
Gone to offer carrion to eaters of the dead.
‘The Huns’ is
the only direct reference I have made so far in my work to the Huns as
a free force of karmic intervention of a military type. The Huns
were known widely as the Scourge of God, or the retribution of Yahweh
upon the unfaithful. The military intervention described was done
by this same force by Cosmic decree. It also makes a historical
reference to a previous repetition of history and places this allegory
in space and time as to its true significance historically, the destruction
of Italy and the fall of the Roman Empire. I expect to write another
whole book called “Princes of the East” about two brothers (of different
mothers, one Asian, the other Roman) who forged the modern Hunnic empire
and helped to destroy Rome in the 5th century.
This stanza also
removes the Soldier as a reference - the alliance was broken in the 3rd
stanza, and the denouement occurs in the 4th. Since there were 6
people under discussion at the beginning, only five fled at the end, to
create more karma and trade in more souls, thus ending the involvement
with the temple after it was taken and secured. Actually, the temple
was destroyed.
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The events took
place between September, 1991 and March, 1995. The final denouement
will not be had until 7 years has passed - which makes it December 8,
1998. This timing is always consistent.
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Gentle
Silence
I return, and not
forsaken
To remind you of a truth
What will speak to open your grey heart
And rend the veil that keeps you laboring apart?
You stand, a stone,
unyielding
Indomitable in the rendering of Art
You came and conquered this small dominion of America
And yearn to flee the fruits of that success.
Stay, do not be
counseled by the wise
Do not be ridiculed by wealth and poverty
Such are dark illusions on the Path
Our brethren rise
To greet the consequence of Wrath.
We come, so bid
us come toward you
Surround yourself with innocence and light
You are great to vanquish your great foe;
But victory eludes you still this night.
We come, so bid
us come toward you
You will not stand vigil long, this night.
6-26-98
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7-5-98
Even in the glossaries
There are more meanings
For who but those who grow the Tree
Will know the Binhs and Pehs they may yet find?
The lost work
of the lost years...
Eve
of St. John
The sea has ended here in isles
And we are lost
Our ship, now drowned in clinging kelp
Is run aground in mist.
My feet gain rock
upon the shore
And silence closes in;
Now all is still.
I plot, I pace, I lay our course
Yet all is still.
The cooling sea
becalms the wind
As wind once scalded sea
The silence is upon me now
My flesh is chilled.
I watch for hope
to rise with dawn
I listen for your call
Before my eye, the mountain speaks
Before the mountain’s falls.
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Gold
Coast
An easy yoke, this summer
The sameness of the sullen damp
The jungle's restlessness
Where myriads abound amid decay
Hurried by the rain
Impeded by the sun;
I breathe an artificial
air
Engulfed in chilling luxury, my love,
Oh love, that would extend the endless summer
The tumult of the flood and hurricane
It will not stay, I will not stay --
The winter will upon me once again.
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One
More Summer
(from the Gold Coast)
- 8/4/97
An easy yoke,
this summer
O Love
That would upend my endless summer
Remove the pain that lances through my loins
I crave your touch, your taste upon my mouth
Embrace me bodily; I cannot quench myself.
The love I felt
a hammerblow
A tripping in my chest
It makes me cease; I cannot breathe without you
Is this madness, Love, to come to you each day
And beg for love to cover me with night?
You my love, you
be my madness then
Let madness be the death of me this summer,
And let us sport tonight again
Let madness reign again
Until we sleep; to part again in pain.
O Love, I cannot
breathe enough
To breathe You into me.
My striving does not cleave into your flesh
How can I weave myself in cloth
To be your ornament
To make ourselves as one in soul enmeshed?
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Alexandros
Basileus
And after ages, still the city stands
A testament to greatness unforgotten
Yet where amid these ancient rocks, are tears
Wept upon the unforgiving sand?
Somewhere here,
he thundered into Persia
And somewhere there, the traitor put to death
But nowhere in the desert is the memory secured
That woke the dream and stirred the hero’s breath.
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Once
more, in the palace at Pella
(from the lost
year, on Andalusia’s shore)
The stillness
of the season has advanced
And presses grief inevitably forth
It is ever thus with me;
The time of weeping always is today.
Though once the
great king strode
Upon the avenues of Pella;
And once his army conquered half the world;
His lands are reduced to darkened gloom
And solitude today his sovereign realm.
Now the stillness
of the season has advanced
And even in my dreams my love is lost,
My victory was stained by maudlin youth
My love undone by victory uncouth.
Ah we! Warriors
in mead
How could we know we held the world at bay
That mountains were our toys, and kings our children!
And which god to whom I pled my troth
Bid me go or stay
I could not say!
The world, so
grand and full
And loved, I loved it till it bled for me
And yielded all its grain to all my men and me
And marched against the oldest pageantry.
Today, I watch
the faces of the men who bled to death
Pledged to passion that was never mine to slake
A vision of the moment when I came too soon awake
To feel the dark sensation of her breath.
Olympia, O cold,
How has Orphus tempted you today?
How like a slave you held me in your passion’s sway
Had I but nerve to turn away.
And so, I turn
Once locked inside this palace room
A slave of one, a king of kings
Driven from imaginings
The room appears before my eyes
My dreaded night, your horrid lies
For as you live, temptation dies.
For as you die,
my last temptation dies.
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Atalanta
Fugiens
1
Ah, Zebratta,
will you ever rise afresh
From wounded hearts and hands
Will you ever march your hordes
Across these tortured lands?
For I weep again,
upon this torrid coast
Where once I freely walked away;
In the power of unseen hosts
Is there any power
I could hold
To release me into light?
What will make the sun grow gold
Who bid me serve, and stay.
And make the sky grow bright?
Nothing will remain;
and though I weep
None of that which shelters me, remains.
Although I seek the inner deep
The sky grows dark with rain.
2
And as the winter
wept and waned
The ancient toll was rung
And as the storm sent wind and rain
The song at last was sung.
The season wanes,
the vision lost
The consequence has come
And now I wait for early dawn
To glimpse what I have done.
And what have
I become?
Has God removed the whole of me
And bid another come?
I waited out the years of night
To make this sacred sound
And now I stand within the light
To bring the mountain down.
Prophecy will
hasten, yet
Tomorrow will unfold
My destiny remains unmet
The story still untold.
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Author
of Destiny
There is solace in the golden light of candles;
There is comfort in the dripping of the rain
Yet peace eludes me yet again, this ageless, empty night
My mind is ravaged once again by pain.
I will not sleep
again tonight
Wakeful in the murmur of the wind;
My conscience slows the clock again
Preparing for some trial to begin.
I recall this
night, a thousand years ago,
We waited for the Christ to wake the dead;
And here I wait, again tonight
In this same peculiar dread.
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Therion
and the Green Maiden
As green as grass
upon the battlefield she lay;
Her naked form exposed beneath the sun
And one by one they took her as she lay beneath the sun
An incidental victim of the fray.
And broken did
she seem when found by Therion
The captain of a mercenary band;
No rapist he, but of a kinder sort of man
He saw her safe toward her forest home.
And never did
she speak, as she beheld the human man
Yet clung in terror when he tried to leave
The soldier was bewildered by her grasp upon his sleeve
And tarried in her dark and shadowed land.
Long he slept
and long he dreamed, of fay and fairy lands
And woke to find him bound against a tree
His captor willed to hold him fast and never let him flee
A hostage of the hostile fairy bands.
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Chylde
Harold in Hell
Oh he came unready
into this good night
Dimly prepared by God was he for Eden
And forth he went, his army and his band
And forth they went, into the thickest fight.
And poorly met,
went Harold to his maker
And poorly spent, his coin was quickly stolen
Unready for the fight, he judged himself unholy
Unready for the night, he judged himself in sin.
And so we meet,
now he has fallen after
In mercy, though I cannot see his cause
A knight should know his squire and his master
The temple's sign should give a moment's pause.
Came he unready,
into unholy night
And wept alone, though not alone he slept
And begged the sky to cover death with light
So he would find the beauty he had kept.
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Alexandros
Basileus (II)
O kings are herded
fast before the Rod
The ides of June have tolled at last
Alexander marches on the Colossus of Rhodes
His army grows, Diameter is passed.
The feather of
the eagle has at length been passed
And the father of the waters now is grown
A graceful youth, a vital King
An Empress in his court
The coin is minted for his following.
Let the allegory
lead the youth aright
Let all who follow lead the firefight.
Let all who know
the Round be round about.
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The
Book of Kings Divided by the Book of Ezekiel
Or,
The Chemical Funeral of Kasimir Raj El Kelal
They killed him.
They stabbed him
with a blade of grass
And by opposing, end him.
And in that life of death
What schemes are done
When they have shuffled off this mortal coil?
Openly, their calumny is done.
The tree of righteousness
remains
A pillar, girded fast, in chains
And its domain of silence is the Fall
Until the herald sounds the waited Call
But I am meek
And in my stubborn silence is the power of the weak.
He walked among
them, natural
An alien, yet known to all
A friend as close as brotherhood
A son as close as fatherhood.
Yet none recall
For one of light is risen to the call
Unknown, unmet, magnificent Kelal
I will not sound the telling of his call.
And so, he dies.
Before the veil
illusory, before their fallen eyes
Let prudence pause for breath and life
Before their throated cries
The demons dance as grand illusion dies.
The world is still
And backward drawn, the murderous will kill
As upward raised, the summer is begun
Made glorious by this son of York.
And no one looks
for Kasimir
Though all have booked the Vance
And none have heard the melody
As swords of light advance.
Then was the winter,
and in our discontent
Removed our King from righteousness intent
And crushed our sons until they could not rise
Their lifeless bones our consolation prize.
Let all pretenders
take the fallen Throne
And lust to serve the fallen King of Trees
He grows content, amid the smouldering smoke
And fat upon the broken elms and knees.
Let all pretenders
slake the fallen Throne
And lust the mortgage on their serpentine
He holds my token and beholds my ancient sign;
This king I know, and soon enough, is mine.
Deliver him to
me
With all his army’s minions and decree
Let me count his mortgages and taxes on the free
And let me serve as Plague Accountancy.
Deliver him to
me!
And let the kindest lash cause him at last to see
For I will wait in silences
Until the last is free
The Adversary is no longer Me.
My brethren are
the begotten of the He
My children are the diners of Pesach
We slay the vermin from among the beans and peas
And fast restore the Hands upon our knees.
Pause before the
window, Demon Death
Let all our life be vivified by Breath
Let him enter in the country of the kind
And let his fallen followers be blind.
We breathe.
And as we rise, let all the light be freed.
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The
Watch of Nightingales
Introduction
We who have lived
before
Know our way to the temple door
We who have served before
Find the key
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Sons of God
Raiders of Light
Who ask the Lord to free us from night
****
We, who guard
the tree of life and death
The Angels of endlessness
Immortal
Born to time
Fashioned as men,
We come to join the battle again
*
Time, our misfortune
Binding our endless life to the cross.
Raised among you
Sons of tribes of Judah and Dan.
We slake rages of angels
To bring the world salvation
*
We are the soldiers of Light
Falling through the pane
We are the armies of night
Turning the tide
We slew the unholy bee in her haven
We are cursed with the task of the hours to come
Motion is delayed
We are cursed with the task of the hours to come
We are the eagles remade
Rising on the wing
*
Waiting for Michael to sing.
*
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Palms
Stayed, the bonny clan is stayed
By the time the palm is carried down from the tomb
Glorious morn proclaimed by the odorous priests of Rome past
Odious truth removed from the book at last.
Pray, pray for
Jehovah
Pray, till he goes over
Pray you are not His.
Stay, till you
are older
Pride, still on your shoulder
Pray you are not His.
Pray you are not
His.
Now, the Vatican
remade
From the stone replaced by Simon’s masonry
Mystery schools destroyed when the word of law removed
Flowering truth revealed on our star-crossed brows
Play, play in
the clover
Play, till you cross over
Play till you are His.
Stay, till you
are older
Wise, gentle and colder
Stay till you are His.
Stay till you
are His.
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Xerxes
in Allegoria
How great an army
may be wrought
From cold calamity
Commodities of pain their portion and their part
How small salvation may in truth be sought.
I stood apart
and watched the tribe unite
And see Ping into the entryway
We welcome tyranny into our light
I will not stand apart.
I hold them all
to me
My precious sons, as they shall surely be
I sent them all to war
But newly made, in time return to Me.
Reconcile yourselves
entire to Me
The warrior’s eclipse is red retreat
All are ransomed by the bounteous Decree
Reconcile yourselves entire to Me.
Bind yourselves
in love to She
Not in thrall to ancient sensuality
All are purified, forgiven, for perversion of the Tree
Bind yourselves in love divine to She.
Free yourselves
from that infernal Bee
Whose sting is felt beyond the rim of fire
Whose honey is the poison of your flame
Free your line from that unholy Bee.
Balance both your
pillars in your palm
Join the darkest twilight with the dawn
Speak plainly of the agony, the bed you lay upon
Balance Boaz and Jachin upon your palm.
Join me in the
festival of peas
We are One in truth, in light
And one in destiny
Partake of Zion’s festival of Peas.
The Hun has taken
Rome, and I have done.
My song has ceased, my reign of peace is come.
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Vigil
of the Muse
By the circling pool
of dark
I wait for light
Like a monk in pained petition
Like a Christ awaiting bliss
I snuff the smoky candle end of time
And give it all to night
I wait in starved desire for the light.
It is the vigil
of the Muse tonight
And all the ears that she has tuned
In turning ages tune tonight
I am a member of the wedding
I am a coal that glows upon on her spark
With blinded brother coals awaiting light.
By the cooling
of my hearth
I wait for light
Companion of the history to come
I raise the brimming chalice of the covenant
And rise to greet Alchimia tonight.
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Helena
Petrovna
Unaware of any but
that shining Truth
Obsessed with where and how,
No less by who
She holds forth against the Muse Calamity
Child now, carrying her scars with ancient grace
Soldier of the line, renewed.
Helene penetrates
my peace with shouts
And hushed by Grosvatter, cries Beware!
Having seen my badge and more, my lowly wound
She sees more than the world can know, and cries.
Let your Master
strike a chord anew
Reborn within the Mir, you cannot know
Salvation has been wrought without your shell
Let all her chelas
follow after
This salvation need not be her grand disaster.
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Pesach
Grace is ours, our goat is slain for Azazel;
A season passed, we will be safe.
Have we not given souls enough to Azazel?
Eighteen and nine, the diners are assembled
For late our feast is done
We are a stiffnecked race
For this, Jehovah grants us thirty years of grace.
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The
Second and the Third
The magic moment
chimes
Between the sluice of the waters of the mind
And much is done. I cannot cease or rest
Between the chastening of all the newly-blessed
The seven weeping sisters weep at last for joy;
They are heaven-borne, they are heaven-blest.
Ka, take us to
the lake
Command the waters as our Souls awake
I am their king and I would bid them come awake
Let all who follow Light be borne aloft
So all make come awake.
Ka, kA, I bid
them come awake
So all the light is lucid on the lake.
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Warden
of the Mind
She wakes
My demon bride, the half of me unmade
She wakes
And sleep, the warden of the mind
She slakes.
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Watch
of Nightingales (II)
We, who climb the tree of life and death
The serpents of angel breath, returning…
Torn from time
Raptured as men
We come to build the temple again.
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My
Love
Defeat me well, my love
Curse me with good fortune
I, undone, cannot withstand your spite
All I have will not resist,
But all I have, is not enough for Thee.
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And
if I closed my eyes
Would there rise again the dread concatenation?
Symbolism wakes me, and I follow
Rota, rota round we go, and thus the Truth unfolds
And once again I close my eyes
To open all their eyes.
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She
reminds me
She reminds me of
myself
Had I been loved too well
Poisoned by indulgences and greed
Wealth and power and useless toys
Eons of attention.
There will never
be enough attention,
This I know;
The demon appetite is fueled and grows imperious
She will grow.
7/28/98 (sic)
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He
curses me
The skeleton that smoked me out of hearth
He curses me to death
And now I hasten to his death
The breath of life is purer form for such a lowly beast
I will be the soon-presiding priest.
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Daleth
1. Timaeas
Sun at the source
There is no following
At the heart, there is no end.
2. Brillig
In my nightmare,
all the city woke
And dogged me so I could not rest
I leave the Mir, and all its clinging host;
Free me from the seething serpent’s nest!
‘Twas brillig,
and the skirling stones
Arake and dound the rivik’s corl
Petulan was its browdy gows
And the drone bathes downborl.
I shook awake,
and demons rose
Before my inner eyes
And Death lay glad in mourning
In her velvet funeral shroud.
‘Twas brilliant,
when the scowling drones
Awoke and drowned the river’s coil
Petulant was its bawdy jowls
As the drone baths downboil.
I shook awake,
and demons rose
Before my inner eyes
And Death lay glad in mourning
In her velvet funeral shroud.
I met with Shelley
in the early morn
And did not yield to her entreating form.
I grew enflamed
And did not yield, lest I become ashamed.
I must lay with
beauty Death
Or be undone;
And so I slept, and slipped away
Till she was gone.
Today, enflamed,
I hold myself at bay
Resolute, though dull and cast away;
There is purpose in this science yet
There is purpose in this casting her away.
There is purpose
in this silent vigil yet
There is purpose in my turning her away.
3. Minnesota
3-5000
This dream will
end
I will be upended by the time the nightmare ends
We are genteel
Civilized and rational as steel
I go, because I must
I stay because to serve I must
And once will wait the day when silver bends to rust
Righteousness demands my truth and trust
I stay because I must.
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Destroyers
of Light
Three companions are the enemies of light.
Departure is a
flurry in the velveteen of night
A moment of uneasiness before the Grand Hotel
While shrouds of dust and mourning choke the dawn
Three companions become enemies of light.
Alive, five lean
and hungry lawyers
Like a load of flotsam cast away upon the tide
Find the hidden entryway below the heaving sea
And slowly make their way into Zebratta’s bloody heart.
They greet their
newfound followers outside the Grand Hotel
Observing all the passwords and the protocols and signs
Insincerity herself tonight is hostess at the bar
And soon the deal is struck upon the name of Samael.
Arrival is a flurry
in the velveteen of night
A moment of awakening outside the Grand Hotel
While eagles rake their talons on the Sun
Three companions join the armies of the night.
Numen is the candle
to awake my failing sight
For I would seek the morning, and forsake the blistered night
Abandon those companions in the dark and fevered fight
Seeking wisdom in the future of humanity’s great light.
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Year
of Leaping
Febrile time reverses
fast
While harbors bubble over
Minds are crushed by eglantine
While rabbit runs in clover.
Psyche stolen
by the dawn
Prophets hasten faster
All the earth is borne below
And Samael is master.
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Vigil
The evening comes.
The coin is tossed,
the demon wakes
The evening comes.
I wait alone, I wait awake
The vigil keeps me long awake
I will not sleep
For evening comes.
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The
Rabbit Years Music: Breathe,
Pink Floyd
Watch the rabbit run
Toll the chime of destiny to come
When at last our work is done
It’s time to feed the rabbit to the snake.
Along the shores,
above the Hill
The tolling of the early bell
Calls the seekers and the peas
To their dusty, broken, careworn knees.
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Green
Eggs and Hell
I will not eat green eggs and hell
I will not eat them, Samael.
Do you like to
eat the dark?
Surely, surely, it is stark!
And you would have a worldly lark
If you would eat the growing dark!
I will not eat
your growing dark
I will not go upon your lark
I will not go into that Park
And will not eat your lovely dark.
I will not eat
them, Samael
I will not eat green eggs and hell.
I will not eat
them, Samael
For I am pledged to Uri - el.
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Shadow
Do we deserve to lose our president to sexual hypocrisy
For the mere price of the complete dissolution of the Republican legal
monopoly?
That is an expensive blow job.
8-8-98
Heh
Yod
Heh Yod
Don’t put me down
Take a sad song and make it bether
Remember to let heh under your shin
Then you begin
To make it kether.
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Vigil
of the Muse (II)
I demolish time
And I eat the night.
I rise to greet Alchimia tonight
I snuff the smoky
candle end of time
And give it all to night
I am the recorder of the plague that now descends
I am the herald of the clock
As time and tide upend.
Be not afraid,
my brethren
As the time and tide upend
Be not afraid as Pisces ends.
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Mars
Rises
And as we rise
The fire blends into the sky.
6:08 a.m.
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In seven years,
is this Rome built
In seven years, all my sons shall rise.
July 8,
1998
Never
the Twain
East is South
And West is North
In the heart of the Mir
I go to turn, I turn to flee
Direction is not near.
South is East
And North is West
Until the Song is done
Cataclysm golden in
The waking of the Sun.
How may we bend
To find the Source
So all may bring an end?
How may we send
Our love unto the Source
So we may surely blend?
For East is West
And North is South
According to the Law
Let all the world be brought to rest
So all may find their Quest.
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The
Cat’s Cradle is Sprung
Ice
Nine:
Or, Felix Hoenniker’s
Seventh Son
One molecule of
ash will cloud the sky and grow
One crystal being, grown electric and bizarre,
Will land beneath the soils of the mountain
And be cold
The child of Science, Miracle
Aware, awake, avid in the precincts of Her mind
Escapes and, unaware
Freezes all creation with her stare.
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Calamity
Calamity, the eighth
unhappy Muse,
In parts of six and seven,
Delighted, makes a mockery of Fate
And brings me to the Jews.
The passion of
her moment
Bright and full and flesh
Clutters me, it wakes my flesh to Flame
None refuse the brilliance of her Fame.
Penelope, my brightest
wife
My sure and sanest home
Take me now into your breast
And make your breast my home.
Collide, unmake,
resume, my sweetest bride
I am undone by Thee
And within Thee I abide.
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Unmade
Unwoven, unbegotten,
she
My child life, my creativity
She is unmade
Clouded by the ash, and
Buried in the sand, the candle
Snuffed before her flame
I see ahead, I grow behind
I seek her in the calamind
She is undone.
My endless years,
the million words unspoke
I pause before the clock has chimed a stroke
Will she be unmade
Will I wake, again to lie
And bend to her instead?
Let her come to
me
Let all her maidens come to me
Let her plotting be undone
That I will love her free.
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We
fly
Into the heart of
God, into the molten sky
We drop upon the beach and brilliant lie
In bodies of our sons, in flesh
In subterranea
Free the prisoners of sub-Atlantea.
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Seraphi
el
Stately march the
warriors
As Evan Evolan
Tribe of Sabiri
Unstained, noble as the horse upon the Plains
Ranks of silent discipline
On ranks of brokenness
O heal the broken places in our ranks!
Replace the piny plinths
With finer flanks
With whiter planks
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Lot
in Jerusalem
Driven out of Paradise
And fled of late, Gemorrah
Lot is waked to flame
To lie with both his daughters.
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Reliquary
Stone she stands, unmoved
Though sands have shifted
Off the mark of Ocean
Magnet onto paper, astrolabe
The tools of mental alchemy
She puts in reliquary
Against the day when rain
Has rinsed her blood and sin away
And time has once forgiven
All that blood that strife
Has bled from all humanity.
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Lamaserie
Lollolot the Lama squats
Between the worlds of seas
Caught above the mountains
Of his aisles (isles)
Isolate, condemned
Seeking charity from those he hemmed
He watches and is femed
He breeds the life of days
Inside her head.
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He speaks of me,
he turns away
He speaks of me!
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Take
all
Take all of me, Love
That I might live in you
Take all my care and woe
And pledge me unto Love
Take my soul entire,
do not shape
The something unto naught
For I am undone by this
And am by men Forgot
Take me, sweetling,
unto you entire
And let this Muse who bids me now, inspire
Thus our marriage
is at length begun
Thus our Wedding is by Calliope unsunge.
John Milton
On occasion of his marriage to the Fair Miss Powell
Kings College Cambridge 1642 August 22
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Brumaire
They tumble over
one another
As approaching the delicate
Fat-lined necks of Aristocracy
Proclaim Democracy
Fraternity, Equality
And place a smaller King
Upon their throne.
Jacobins, enlighten
me
How fares your Communist indecency?
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