Stars masking the reeds
In the middle of Aleph
As a coiled comet, the meteor
Murderer
My head was red as moons
Bubbling with threats
Doubled like the Trinity I shed
Under the river with the dog and the child
I speak speech and build the Wall again
And close off the storehouse
I dreamt nail veils on the Ka'aba
Dragging the Khabs
Build towers of voices screaming
Astaroth dr eamed vials of sap
I had one gold volume and whispered
"Can I go back to your Satanic fl at?"
Killed spiders cold and ford black becks
Cheeks as red as pomegranates
Astaroth blushing curtseying
Smiling "Kiss the bride"
Or "Time is the Crime"
Or "I am true to you as the bluebirdbloodface
Full of grace and lice and moss and confusion"
Tiny voices like thumbs
Arise from Aleph as I was/am/shall be
On the Hallucinatory Mountain
Full of troubles and colours
And the sound of the sand
The perpetual Virgin of Evidence
Sly ghosts hover like gold
And pricks hunger for cats imagined
Burning as sadly as the sun
So where do I start unreal?
I was stripped by time
Part of time
In its fl ow, its fi elds
Its mirrors, masks
Strut around me
But bending me too
Did it take me with it?
Was I fl oating above it?
Through it?
I was an oracle for nothing at all
Not even the birds breaking faces to my past
Back in the form of the Mountain
I envisaged the women
Open to me as 93 Thelemic 93 fl owers
The folds splay crazily and shining
Their fast unfurling sunbeams
Forcing bright smudges in my past
But in my mind July or gorgon
The fl owers shut
Spring snap sharp and lock
The door and gate and vial and fountain
The fi elds of rape were barley or wheat
Barely beds for the Killer waiting
Giddy with spores
I planted my past
In all who approached
And prayed for Babron
Lined phrases/boxes
Hymned the breeze
