Qliphoth, Qliphoth,
Qliphoth, Qliphoth
roar the horses hooves
of the apocalyptic Eloah
like a bull of Bashan which
under ye terror unto thee;
unspeakable, the secrets
of truth traducing these
thy habiliments of bread
and wine, creatures, as if
they were apples of *****-
the staff of life; cossetting
lambent judgement peril to
the duetoronomy of novice
pyre souls not safe to dwell
where those who venture
fear to tread travelling
the road to Damascus,
pontifical with emerald
honesty venatic of
consenting stars
pealing Dabar-Yahweh
as if a song sung to
the shell of Heaven.
Eleete j muir
