Stable conditions need by no means be pleasant conditions
In progressive deterioration of temperament and tone, bovine shadows emerge from bell’s vertiginous retort
Within this alembic, we do not see who we see–carbonisation, calcination, not even condensations of various molecular weights of liquid and oil–but green lion’s solar Fortuna, fire who stands above water, air and earth, will-o’-the-wisp, bacteria of marsh-crystals found within sun’s aspic oils
Alchemical doctrine, radial signature, invisible balm, soaked bandages who entangle stone
Three sublunary beings, synodic cycles of Venus, surround brain sand of omphalos–pineal familiar–connecting Gaia with other cosmic organs, with icy spasms of animals symbiotically engulfed by mycelial python,
Three sublunary beings, welting to animate and receive sympathetic effluvia of astral rays who have travelled cosmos, to obtain interplanetary logos, circular gnosis of mystery night
Pressing green tourmaline, white sapphire and bloodstone to their foreheads, they see thickening Akashic blackness
Flung through air in octaves of larval stillness, they pour themselves into waxen auroras of phytotelma
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Over a period of fifty days we etch a clade of celestial symbols, heard as if hoof marks in putrefying skull, a ram, fat with freedom.
‘Lacche’ ricochets as our eyes close to oscillating pulse of phlegmatic Mercury, votive cloaca of sewer myrtle, plants who forget they’re plants, becoming gods, earth clots
We are both young and old, Baubo and Iacchus
Our flanks are wet with hellebore, rose and wild rue
Chaos of fermenting carbuncles suckle underside of rebis
Stars approach without approaching, wild-rites, wild-rites, spiralling densities of wave-pleasure
Pomegranate seeds respire like reddening grain of bullfinch’s vent
Dreams of Venusian jasmine, ecstatic perfumes pulled up from our attributes like smoke of burning spices, tamarind trees shimmer with quincuncial manna, grown from bellowing meteors, eyes of dying vipers
Slops of ergot encircle our serpent’s tail
Soon there will beam-skins of obliterative colouring, cut at rising of dog star
As we count to five, circulus mythologicus will sweat grain wet with pollen, a burial site who sows themselves, brilliant black ants in a field of lumia
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Inscribed on carnelian, figure of fly, cream-black smoke after fire
Miasma of molten glass is blood from ear
Remnants of words produce their own incestual hum, our first quarter, a reddening of seeds held to queen of trees as limerent deceased argue with their graves
These walls were once statues who bore fruit in their hands, children who bore seeds becoming trees from their mouths
Vaporous fronds strip snake in stretches of pomegranate, fig, and fennel
Inanna, Demeter, and Eve, wound-up, willow-eyed, neck-reddened in Anesidora’s wren-wide throat
We wash in waters of hot stones, return language to frequencies of planets
Shimmering like glass fire, oil at our hooves kinks like a black road
An optimism of bulls is a delicate interior
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Facing moon in Jupiter’s hour we engrave head of an ass with hare rising, sing of old loss to waves
Liver hears if we listen
Air is alive because they hoof resonant venae, scattered herbs doused with rose
To be godlike is to be plantlike, eat fruit who kneels on their own face
Insides of daybreak are cyanotic lips and mango urine, flits of amber perched on sulphur, life being alive, nine-body chaos emanates from dragon-parabolas of sleep
Wounded sulphur bleeds white water, leonine heat of earthly feculence reddening our plexus, argillaceous dragon, larval atavism carries our worm- bodies like bowls of desire, resounding as fruit drops like rain
Serpent curdles their way from goose, fleshly accidents of earth, deaf with age
Yellow spot grows with soft whitening of belly, lost intellect of lungs
Mystery of yellowing night is a bath of eye gnats
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We creatures of cinnabar sweat mercurial trees in dissolution of vermillion
Facing east, carve likeness of Taurus moon into a stone of cow’s butter
Hear each hair on our bodies
Become almonds in oil as we flow both east and west under sign of Lachesis
Astrum of mercury, maker of vertigoes, who is Eve, who is Inanna, who is Hekate
Astrum of Venus who is Dana, who is Hathor
Quetzalcoatl who is Cybele, Attis, Ino, Serpent and Goose, who is Gnosis
A tincture laced with diatoms of porphyry, many venules of vein
We are fed with mantic opus of tone, air between mushroom and Attis, penumbral nerves roll from melee of peacock’s tail
Smeared wattles of symmetry dowse for stars above a mountain of deaf sharks
Compose our bile, billow spit and old teeth
Our spleen is a stable of circular wave-mirrors cut from gasping retinas
Be found in all beings, in crowing waterbugs and resounding placenta
Constellate seeding virgae, chew on enstatic unity of our chimeric mound
Mercurius of many flowers, spiritus of many transformations
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Heliacal rising of solstitial sun inhabits each zodiacal house in turn, and around CE 50, age of Pisces began. Previous eon, they of Aries, dispersed as cosmos collapsed from one wave to another. From fish sign arose a Piscean hallucination, an intertidal confrontation.
Slowly following perfumed edges of Argos, mutely populated with noise, seeds of this maturation, like lunar feeding spirals, were reflected in light of quietly fizzing gums, solar optimism of inner space.
A depthless voice rattled green pines who blurred and cracked with mind. Great Pan is dead! Great Pan is dead! Soon we will lack eyes to turn cosmos, open stars held worlds on their tongues, licked by anemones.
Apologists took pitch and claimed this passing to be changing eon, understood to span the roughly two thousand year periods associated with equinoctial procession.
Within this period, logos began to fall silent, obscure. Cosmological change enveloped magical thinking as words began to conspire in new ways.
Forbidden fruit is an ingredient in revisioning zodiacal wheel, vibrating fields in ecliptic plane. A golden shell taking shape within waves.