(2014)
Inspired by "The Soldier and the Hunchback" by Aleister Crowley
#HunchbackPhilosophy #Scepticism #SoldierAndThe
I was once a pauper A vagrant rich with pride Of earthly goods I had my fill And paid with greedy eyes
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
The Sun Is the center of consciousness In our solar system Within it
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten