"THE WOMB OF THE ALL."
Into the Dark GROUND of GOD.
At The End of DAYS, Time Destroyed!
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Relaxing down into the Netherworld,
where my Alien foetus is being forged;
into the Saucer of my higher Observer,
not of time and beyond mental matter!
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I enter into the trance of fire gazing,
ye olde BURNING BUSH of blackening;
alchemical Nigredo, the Event Horizon,
the Black Sun of death for resurrection!
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After many years of theurgical work,
death has become my Wand of magic;
of every morn I "disappear" from earth,
dematerialization by way of holy wrath!
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Then water into Wine can be diStilled;
and air baked into Bread: just one Word;
logic into Logos completes the process,
4 elements into METALS by apotheosis!
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So I bid farewell to my lower ground,
new Salt from clay of instincts extracted;
watery emotions into Blood transfused;
daily knowledge into Deily Flesh proved!
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My foetus has fledged on wings of fire,
rising from the Netherworld of Mater;
Prima Materia, Barbelo, MotherLode,
births my PhiloSophical Stone in Mind.
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Her "First Thought" molds four elements,
her Last Thought an Immaculate Concept!
She works her magic at invisible depths,
only becoming ConscioUs on Dec. the 31st.
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My Alien Dreamer, with 3rd Eye and Antennae Brow,
dreaming awake, at the end of days, into one eternal Day.
