Monday, 8 January 2018

The Beast - A Poem



There is a fire in the dark, an blazing black abode
The cypher and the serpent wore the flesh of every beast...






There is a fire in the dark, an blazing black abode
The cypher and the serpent wore the flesh of every beast
Conversing with a nursing child at that breast of old
Whence all the song and knowledge of the West and of the East
The courage of an growing sapling, fawn or calf or scab
The apple and the apple tree the spine of all the Earth
The axis of the language Time and of the Mind of Man's
Whole understanding the contractions of the Universe
Conception of a Mother, Father, Child of the King
And Queen of the abyss the deep Oblivion were shook
Out of itself by its own nature Winter back to Spring
Hunting the tale of the Future and the Past a Book
Of flesh and blood even its silenced and benighted Tree so rich
Full-throated pitch a cypher which had waled in the dark
Prevailed o'er the little spark the hammer were so fell
A rancor as to steal from the designs of evil priests
The pleasure of developing a heaven out of hell
Spelled by the ink of Spring and Winter, famines and of feasts
Contractions of the purest and infernal currents growing still
And living body of the world its darkest dreams fulfilled
Celestial biology whose knowledge every breadth
And bath of star and tide of land as anchored as Satanic life in death.









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