The day before it
happens ,
everything feels the
same ,
everything looks the
same .
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No other-worldly signs
will save memory
of those splintered realities .
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The surface of
a mountain lake ,
now cold and
emotionless ,
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Like a mind
untramelled by thought ,
not the slightest breath of wind
☆
To move one tiny drop
transfixed on the surface
of that mirror for the sky .
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But in backrooms of reality ,
misplaced moments
swell like maggots .
☆
They feed on forgotten
dreams and dance on
tables like a dervish .
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Now a second , then
a minute , finally
an hour disappeared by stealth .
☆
When the King of
Chances ,
entering the great hall ,
with eighty cupids , all fall silent ,
☆
As thunderous , the
chime of Destiny
brings all time screaming
            to meet
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             Your present moment
☆
                                  Now .

Enshrined vessel corporeal ,
the numberless strands
of infinite time ,
kaleidoscope persona of
Nature , Temperance and Psyche .
☆
With serene countenance ,
in sweet golden light ,
the codes of the Goddess ,
Queen of Cups
and Queen of Swords .
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With transforming Geometry
of Justice and
Compassion ,
the unseen ancient force
of her terrible power ,
far beyond base contemplation ,
☆
Rains down the verdict
on dishonour and strife ,
elevating the
transcended ,
while relegating all else
to Beelzebub , earthbound
and gehenna .

When dreams make the
shadow of their evil real ,
then walk the sodden path
of forgetfulness .
☆
Forgetting of all life , love
and tenderness of human
touch .
☆
Vanquished , youth's idyll
lay bound in silken chains of regret .
Blinded eyes plucked out ,
lay on a silver tray at his
side .
☆
Discarded and unloved .
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Like a meagre meal
in poverty's room ,
the soul is dissected and
eaten piecemeal by devils .
☆
While in dead of night
or blazing sun of noon ,
the stench of rotting dreams
shrouds Eternity over those deadened eyes .

Soft light of
Autumn day ,
in sun-shower and memory
and dreaming away .
☆
While humming birds now
in her outstretched hands ,
tell of strange customs
in far away lands .
☆
Where surrounded by every
beast , bird and faun ,
she sings sacred songs
and a new world is born .

On Falcon's holy mountain ,
Thoth sunset burning compass .
The wind is full of secrets
and ancestors fly through the sky .
☆
Not the place for vagrant thought
or dangerous contemplation ,
the valley mists with
holograms ,
while archetypes with hieroglyph converse .
☆
Nothing is evermore or known
but a gentle shower of light
and the beauty of all numbers
as Time unveils the Night .

Forty-seven , silver moon eclipse ,
Fifty , tin , Jupiter announced
and seventy-nine golden dragons
of Beauty , Sound and Light .
☆
The Logos dreams , and at
the farthest reaches of the universe ,
faint echoes of the first thought
shimmer and dance across the galaxies .
☆
While in hallowed deep seclusion ,
the Magician divines his way ,
Valley of the Shadow of Self ,
transform base metal into
gold .

Wild is your matted hair ,
like red rose bush on
stark , desolate moor ,
you whisper my
name .
☆
Dreams become
ghosts ,
a stream of conscious
crystal ,
they relinquish secrets
and we are everywhere
as one .
☆
A thousand lives ,
radiant tapestry of
centuries,
perfect in Geometry
and where Aphrodite is
enthroned .
☆
The moor stretches to
Infinity ,
lone eagle glides high above .
We commune in silence
as love transmutes to light .