3-6-5 4-3-2-1 – Ignition

My heart burned within me like a molotov cocktail
Melting atrophied organs of sense and perception
Third eyes blinking open from awakenings rude
Iridescent night vision piercing sights long subdued.

Tricksters, gods and monsters find themselves drawn in
To boys kicking off shrouds, emerging as men
Without apology.
Things hidden share secrets by flickering flames
Word-spinning dervishes now turning a page

Grace ruptures – unmercied – lifting me high
Charred nuclear shadow where dulled conscience once lay
Shrugging off my hangover from that first awful drink
‘Good’ and ‘evil’ delusion – fruit’s draught soured sick.
(Ferment)

“Rise up, Man,” Kali taunts me, blue angel of death
Shrunk heads of men who died trying hanging mute ’round her breasts
Her lips curled in kindness, a shared moment between us
Daring me to do better, Mars rising from Venus

Archistrategos Sabaṓth ميخائيل, the template of me
Stands silently, original, master of all that he sees
Bedouin warrior of Thrones, desert Jinn جِنّ‎ and bright devils,
Has work to do once my apocalypse settles.

Alchemical heat sears marrow, my bones
Leaden dreams long abandoned now blaze into gold
Boy’s nightmares transmute through initiates’ door
While Kairos and Chronos pirouette on time’s floor

Eden – alas – left me no forwarding address
Shangri-La (from saved seeds) now blooms in her stead
Could this garden-city be New Jerusalem’s nest?
I’ve been saving ’till now; it’s time to invest.

The invitation is intuition
A ceremony of recognition – my body and blood’s rhythmic repetition
Mercury’s metal coats my tongue while sweat baptizes my brow
Life’s transubstantiation – right here and just now.

Remembrance is re-cognition
Re-membering this disposition
That gives rise – then and always – to original face
Holy Sun Absolute shining shelter and grace

Kindling the compost of what had begun
Seraphim and Destroyer erect such a pyre
Food for the moon from all left undone
“Why not be utterly changed into fire?”

Revised January 25, 2025

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