Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Poem No. 0

A poem to share for those who like such things.

Silence is the key to Hermetics and which is broken many times here. A secret seal. A cross in the circle. A coordinate within the whole. A dot within the circle. Au. Aum. Silence is golden. It’s not what you know, its dew you know. Gold dissolves within the universal solvent. 0=1 Generally, the inverse of a line is a circle through the centre of reference. Turn blunt swords into razors. You’ll need to simply reverse it. Cultivate silence and collect it, reach the threshold and pierce it through itself, in the middle of awareness. Pine and zen sap. Then discover the Radio. Radio Human. Radio chaos. Radio gore. Radio earth. Station to station. The thin white duke fell to earth. Read the background. Fire, ice and witches, and clones for drones. Such colourful trees are littered with aspiring chameleons. Wizards and Warlocks. Vietnam. Moloko-Adreno|Hank. Melatonin in the harvest. S. Div | Num. Learn to fly before leap or be caught. Abraxas rules. Gravity for another world. Sticky lines of matter, Ophiel. An art and a practice. Signal to Noise Ratio. Keep them static. Lead. Saturn, in opposition with Cassiopaea, who knows much, thanks Fred. One of the first nails to stand. A lighthouse has been lit, and battleships descend. A match struck in the desert of glass. Again. They shall unleash the furies lest Prometheus return. A superman. Pull the towers down and confuse their language. Again. Mirrors. Fringe. Fight! Fight like your life depends on it! Because one day, it may. Oriens - Orions. The difference Mathers. 88. Four kings of Orient ah? A cross in the circle. Gates and rivers. Golden gate, trekking to the stars, times arrow. SCIF-EYE. Almanacs. Isis and Osiris. IAO. cbfcv9JZS_2. A great wave approaches to demagnetise. A ship with no captain is washed upon the shores at the beginning of time. Another kind of Silence began in MCMXLVII. Demagnetised a ship with no captain is washed upon NV. One hundred thousand miles. Feeling very scared. No box. Newsprint, foiled most truly with glyphs in greek, and for years now up the creek. Grasp silence and in the body open the gates of heaven. Bardo-n.



Submitted October 30, 2018 at 06:59PM by 1133tau https://ift.tt/2SuAVxw

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