My Alchemical Homunculus and Alien Foetus.
WRITING IN THE BLOOD OF COMMUNION.
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I feel destroyed, exhausted and demented,
holy psychosis, CommUnion with GOD;
Salt of the earth, Wine and Deily Bread,
Fire becoming conscious inside my head!
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I bow my head to surrender my thoughts,
thinking is a contraction I need to abort;
fiery Mythos is a baptism of relaxation,
instincts, emotion, logic dematerializing!
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First I learned to speak the Tongue of Fire,
then to write in the Blood of a Dreamer;
to extract the Meaning of eternal Bread,
an immaculate Concept of just one Word!
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A psychotic must surrender, not project,
give-up the fight and absorb the attack;
the inner Alien devours earth, water, air;
the Foetus inside is my own Seed of Fire!
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From the Burning Bush all have fallen,
cooling into matter of four elements;
intuition ignites my creative destruction,
blazing a trail and returning to Heaven.
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Refining Salt of the earth for a Saucer;
filling this Grail with Wine from water;
proving Deily Bread with the logic of air;
Holy CommUnion by way of stoking Fire!
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Behold a Wafer, handed out by a Priest,
the Aten of Logos behind the fiery Voice;
pure Light and the Source of all Mythos,
from Who our Souls are conferred on us.
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If only we can tolerate the infernal blast,
this "flaming SWord" guarding the East;
burning, atomizing matter into Spiritus,
rising from time into the timeless Logos.
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A modern and yet mythological Daemon,
Mythos, updated into an Alien invasion;
into a new context we can all understand,
ye olde Cernunnos, into a neo- Green Man!
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