We have no vision of end
or defeat .
No flaw for arrow  to seek
in armour made from
radiance of a thousand stars .
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Defiant and mercurial ,
when even bloodied and in strife .
Sweet shifting of the Blessed Worm
in the cold , cold ground .
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So , the Imperfect Vessel ,
having stumbled , moves on ,
with all his piety and wit ,
unable to cancel out
a single memory of it .
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Imploring to Heaven
for Her pure guiding light ,
while rounding to face the storm ,
now the enemy is in sight .

I feel them touching me
in my sleep .
That morning I spent as a servant .
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They leave signs for me
on the road .
A person's name scribed
upside down ,
three times and in a row .
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I feel them next to me
on my bed .
That morning I spent as a servant .
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They reveal many things
in my dreams .
A story that was hidden ,
concealed ,
three times and in a row .

He rose early , before dawn .
Sleep shutters to a stop ,
frame by frame
white flaming ,
burning through the algebra of living celluloid .
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Dreamwalk through columned portico ,
entwined of hibiscus and passion flower ,
the meadow beyond
pulsating in glowing golden light ,
beckoned him to look for signs .
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Every now and every then ,
waves of information ,
pouring from divers celestial spheres ,
swept across the gardened landscape ,
causing timelines to excite
and visions to dance before
him .
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One day he would leave the meadow ,
though only partially explored ,
and return to the Everything
and all the other things ,
not remembered or revealed ,
having been shown
the Light and the Dark ,
and blending courage with tears .

Voices in the dark
like Spring-heeled Jacks ,
run down a grimy slate roof
into a filthy gutter
filled with the tears of Saint Sophia .
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Dust , dirt , insects
and the remains of dead
forget-me-nots ,
the only images left to
a diseased mind .
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They run over and over
in geometric perfection ,
☆
a cataclysm of holes .
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No light for his lantern ,
hope forsaken gloom ,
then run down
tormented avenues
to an empty field ,
under the moon of
Mars in September  .
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Under blood red stars ,
without truth or meaning ,
the tower of his wasted
dreams ,
and the chimeras of his
past ,
gather now around
and begin casting lots .

Coursing through his veins
like rivers through
abandoned ancient cities ,
the energy of Frequency and Vibration .
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How stars distribute light and time
throughout the cosmos ,
a pulsating neural
network ,
of dreams , memories and
ghosts .
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From now until the end of
time and before ,
then in swift current
surrender ,
Tower , Ten of Swords and
revelation of the Dream
Portal ,
Jehovah , the Magician and
Death .

The Eye of Odin ,
drinking of the well .
Sacrifice material for
the spiritual ,
life path number
seven .
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Disembodied voice ,
now calling to Bastet .
Crow lands in front of him ,
and a cat leads a pack of dogs .
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The Corridor of Meaning ,
a seven pointed star ,
Hamsa and divinity
and keeping to the
way .
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The mystery of Pi
and the Sea of Tranquillity .
Two kingdoms become one
under a blood red moon .

Ace of Pentacles ,
the macro and the micro .
Remember all the things
you have ever learned ,
then step onto the boat
with Skadi and her six swords .
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The prophets all
are ascending to the sky .
Hope springs eternal in
children and the mad
and when frequency and vibration
become energy and light .
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This island Earth
the turning of the years  ,
where the path always forward
is absolute devotion ,
while unseen on the Other Side  
a terrible storm approaches .