THERE ARE THIRTY-ONE

there is one
they are many
there are none
nothingness begat two
there are ten, they are one
there are three
there are two
there are none
there is one, there is one, there is one
Shekhinah, kiss me, Keter, engulf me
you will smite me
you will smite me
enlighten me whilst you smite me
there is one
they are many
there are none
you withdrew all I knew
nothingness begat two
there are none, there is one, there are none
asymmetry of divinity
sent HRU to inform me he withdrew
dual intentions in a Set, there are two
there are none
there is one above you
they are none
nothingness begat two

1. There Are Thirty-One

RED LUST (AEON ANON)

Ruby, lips drip sirens' songs
Her taste erased right and wrong
Love is the law, and lawless

Shall I bow, and sip the cup
You look down, whilst I gaze up
Taste the blood of Babylon

So shall I regain my strength
Seven moons, I, then shall wait
Drench the wand in scarlet wine

You must forgive seven
Times one hundred eleven
All the world shall be transfixed
One hundred and fifty six
It is mad to intervene
Forgive 13 times 13

Rejoice in union wholly
Once drunken, withers folly
Seven spirits drain thereon

Aeon anon
Babylon
Aeon anon

2. Aeon Anon

THE FULCRUM IS SET

Invisible, subversive I stand
A prophet of Pan, Hear I, Set
(O Set O)
In Alpha Omega
O'er stones, in rye is sown

In severance is strength
A prophet of profane,
heaven's irrational, is slain
In Alpha Omega
O'er sky's inverted stars,
Infinity spans

Beau Set of stones
Will o'er beauty shone
The fulcrum that is Set
The fulcrum that is Set

Insatiable salivation
is salvation
All passion enjoyed proudly
offers sound insightful revelry
In Alpha Omega
invocation, subliminally

In solace is solemnity
A pursuit of power holds in store
(O Set O)
In Alpha Omega
Opposites switching,
in relative symmetry

3. The Fulcrum Is Set

EA AND THE GUARDIANS OF THE GARDEN

Ea, I Adam of Enki
Eons, Eden, holds her sentries
Upon re-entry, one would find
The garden empty in time of plenty
Weary Adapa, the floods may rage
Your tower fall, on razor's edge
Exchanged your free will
For Garden Country
Arm the armory
In time of plenty

Holy (black) Holy
Murderous pathology
Holy (black) Holy
Murderous pathology

Air is spent, and fire arise
Corpus Christi, body of lies
Arm the armory
In time of plenty
Consigned your line of blood to fire
Princeps Pacis invoked for war?
Ah, why not Kali
Set and Country

In Nomine Patrisse
Ayin, Ayin
Et Spiritus Sancti
Hare Kali!

4. Ea and the Garden

ORACLE OF THE OCCUPANT

Through the darkest phase of mind
Mansion of the night
Grant me passage through the morrow
Anapa, be my light
Clouded  darkest sphere in flight
Featherweight my heart
Till waxing works it's measured pull
Madness may depart

true and false does not exist
and works are lost in fiery abyss
great and greater fury grinds
dust and mire from laden minds

The eye cannot grasp the pull of gravity
Only she can twist the autumnal sea
Gestures are arid against the torrential
anthropomorphic invested society

The underworld is thy invention
Reborn, now wait to die
Find her, Ma'at in stoic presence
and black soil of denial
Frozen tracks of sweat form rivers
Glaciers in the night
Powers of illusion reigned
But Michael's gold is herald … (ded)

to whirling terra firma, tied
frenzied space and time align
my soul devoured by vain attempt
to cast aside my “occupant”

Tell yourself, “It's only a phase”
In moonlit light of day
Light as feather dead as lead-
Horror's interplay

5. Oracle of the Occupant

SPLIT LIKE A BASALISK

Calling out from the high places
Epicurean energies rise ever sedated
Head on high, arise to show your faces
Heaven's closer now that sense is inundated
I fear, I've spent too long in inversion
I'm dancing with the fiery queen of all hallows eve
And all her methods shatter all matters in conversion
Dance before the sun that is tomorrow, and grieve
All her subtleties belate the hour enraptured
Heaven's gate is closer now that they've given leave
Impossible to see who they were, the captor or the captured
Forget what you've forgotten, It's up your sleeve

Then they distilled, be refilled
We shall die on ice as we,
Gathering, drain the cups
Distill, and be refilled
We shall die on ice and
Then come back as what we willed

Fellow wanderer, covet what's been torn asunder
Neither reverend, nor epicure is pure
Over, under and the ground that stands in neither
Dressed in rags and jewels, sharpened for war
I presume the dancing's harmless, Eeres transcends space
Tuesday will be red, red merlot, your leopard's tracks
Are a hole in the mud dug by walking in place
Out with the spots! Lubricate with wine, the cracks
Armies of the mind arrive as emperors in armor
Nearly numb and wanton desires
Slay the lamb on spit and pyre, fumed with loyal fervor
Leah, laying lost her savior, lovers and the liars

May they be still, be refilled
We shall die on ice as we, gathering drain the cups
Distill, and be refilled
We shall die on ice and
Then come back as what we willed

6. Split Like A Basalisk

THE MAGUS AND THE CRONE

To unravel its complexity,
face the spectrum sequentially
its seven celestial bodies
twenty four radii of the ellipse revolving
but what lay beyond the spectrum of light
held bilateral only by the limitations of sight
order and symmetry rarely agree
and this train of thought respects not the unseen
lost in abstraction, the subconscious withers
left prey to chaos of mind
mind the beast, the kingdom to the north
and the tourniquet tightened round the soft neck of space
death and creation spiral out in inflation
“there is no time”, said the wandering mind
cast it aside, all truth is a lie
an elitist and defeatist held in corpse-drawn allegiance
faith, the imposter – death, is the master
ancient of days, through heresy, be praised
the extinguished prayer that seared my face
the hot wax will wane, but the bottomless shame
has dissolved into shadows, necessity of grace
for there is no end- Leviathan has swallowed it!
Anointed - defiled
virtue – sin
hatred – love
of same origin-

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Eroded, reshaped, God slays what he creates!
From the ashes of whom I've placed my trust,
I mourn his death with tears of blood
from blackening eyes – Abbadonai!

They warned me not to play with fire...
But my blood is blocked with ice!

The sea of Wholes o'er flowed
it's bloodless tear cut cross the sound
Twas empty, nestled, the Fool
mire of Earth, with mirth, was drowned

The sea of holes o'er flowed
a bloodless tear cut cross the sound
Twas emptiness, led the Fool
mire of Earth, with mirth, stood ground

Fair Nuith, descending,
in falls of grace, her beauty, shone
Incense/rose to meet her
scented starry spiral throne

Corpus Christi, the tarnished pearl
in the oyster of the world
From holy waters of  Denial
blackest Ocean, Hadit, hurl!

Matter mated Mater,
through the child's eye, all is shewn
Her song, once overheard,
she bade confine it to the WORD

Holy waters of the Nile pour in
Holes from which the god was born
through unknowing, we are known
as the Magus and the Crone

Caterer of cross is cut across
with sharpened wit and thistles 
With and without their that and this
airy, headless, minds that whistle

Silver Cord