(2014)
Inspired by "The Soldier and the Hunchback" by Aleister Crowley
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To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your
I was once a pauper A vagrant rich with pride Of earthly goods I had my fill And paid with greedy eyes
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
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
Contradictions brood Like vipers in my mind, Waiting restlessly For their food I feed them
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather