Transformation becomes the inside of mine spine
I have welcomed both Master and Servant to dine.
Enter me brave heart and know my confession.
I will roll on cycles of high tide and recession.

This moon which stays in place of Son.
This mother who moves in place of one.
Father would speak but his words fall on none.

My shades are vivid, and then shrouded in shadow.


I see new moons with in the flow of my blood
and when it wanes i know soon there will be flood.
I watch the changing of the fly.
Nest eggs and maggots,
a million will die.

Ascension they say
die you must
body fallen
to earths great crust.

Watch me transform
my flesh to light,

Refuse to lose
Alchemical delight.