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Thanateros

Death affirms and is the term of life;

flesh and firmness, egg and ***** the means.

Breath interred within a Word and light,

deftly perched perpetually in-between:

born to discontinuous distraction,

borne through a contemptuous nadir;

     but in a moment, all's destroyed,

     and in the black and empty of the void,

a helix (and a hollow core) appears.

 

Baphomet the emblem of Its power,

sacrament the reverence revealing

devilment to Wisdom yet to flower,

absent comprehension of Its meaning.

Pan personifies the All unbounded,

flouts the misconceptions of the seeing:

     Hermes the unmaskèd death,

     Aphrodite's basking cleft,

the androgyne transcends within its being.

 

O - not called "the little death" in jest,

Gnosis vaunted in the ebb of Lust,

though is Not, the know'r of Life and Death:

know that All It Is is what thou Wast,

Its continuity the end thou seekest

in contemplation, *** and wist for death:

     Thanatos, eternal sleep,

     Eros, infinitely deep,

Generation poised to manifest.

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Written by
misadventuresofcrow
40 / American
Published
Nov 14, 2013
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An invocation.

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