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Augur H Aug 2020
grow a beard
two times a year.
let your hair grow down to your shoulders
and then cut it.

take selfies at goodwill,
wear the same seven outfits.

never smile, it draws
attention :)

stay at home
like a ship at the dock,
and observe seashells
from the deck, never straying far...

download a dating app
to keep tabs on the ex
for you know not
the day or hour.

is there something important
you've been ignorant of
your whole life?

wonder what the cops think
when you pass them on the street,
now that they know who you are.

wonder if
the Man might motion
to **** us all then run
to their bunkers without
a second thought.

ablute truth and wonder
if its an illusion
or if you are subject
to global delusion.

come on now,
don't fake it;
don't say you
can't take it.
August 2020
(Vigilate, que nescitis enim quando
dominus domus veniat...)
Augur H Jul 2020
Who dares invade my hallowed bounds?

It is Saint Cecilia's Bane
quavering and crotcheting
his Mammon-hymns in vain!

God's weighted ear
he cannot imitate:
spilled lilies strew the floor,
roses wither in the dry chalice
tucked away under his desk.

He said:
"I can't be your Daddy,"
to tell me my mind,
taking me aside to
chide me for my
freshly-ravished soul.

Cecilia, I consecrate that place and day to you!
July 2020.
(Contre qui, Rose, avec-vous
adopté ces épines?)
Augur H Jul 2020
There ain't nothing wrong
with fighting, son.

It scares the children, sure,
but so, too, would anything
we try to shield them from.

Fighting fortifies the lively
as much as it destroys
the ignorant and apathetic.

Therefore protect your mind
against those poisons, and
purge them from others
when necessary.
July 2020
Augur H Jul 2020
Take pity and have mercy on me,
o Knower, in whom alone
is there no contradiction at all.

Thou, fruitless spirit
of justice and righteous anger,
art the light that conceals,
reveals and destroys.

I, thy shortened hand,
shall finish thy tryptich.

Take pity and have mercy on me,
o god, in whom alone
is there no contradiction at all.
July 2020
Augur H Jul 2020
I.

There is no darkness.
There is the seen and the unseen.
Whither came this light?

II.

the priest and the doctor
say come
let’s pluck those sticky
pearls out of socket


two gloves in a messy room
April 2020
Augur H Jul 2020
evil thing came
wrapped up six
years hither

slithering hidden
with the sickness
bug-eyed in the brain

illumining my depths
with luciferian light

all the old gods are dead
i have killed them with a stick
with a baseball bat in the middle of the night
July 2020

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