The Star Child
By Obsidian c.2014
Fiat Lux!
Behold the primal heat of
The ever expanding mother's
Womb
So, fuck Aristotle and
All the rest of the philosophers!
I see them crawling on
Their knees like vagabonds
Beggarly to drink the knowledge
Flowing from this cauldron
I receive you all under
The quivering fire that shook
The very foundations of the
Cosmic throne
Behind the veil of time the
Heavenly Sephiroths part so
That we can embrace you all with
Nuclear fusion!
For I was a man-child gazing
Under the brilliant canopy of
A billion stars when She baptized
Me in her interstellar luminosity
Dazzling She was
as She raised me to
Indescribable heights
From the bends of my knees
Oh! Holy Mother
Ishtar
Isis
Shiva
Minerva
Artemis
Innana
Oh! Holy Whore of
Babylon Queen of the flaming
Igigi and Djinn
Let our hands touch
The essence of your stars
Of asteroids
Of quasars
Of Comets
And elliptical and spiral
Galaxies
Let us dip our hands
Into the cauldron of
Your ancient womb
So, fall back in shame
You hobos of intelligentsia!
Into the enfoldment
And aeons of the fabric of
Space and time
Retreat in humiliation
As you behold the
Birth of The Star Child!
Monday, February 03, 2014
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