THELEMA VEXED

The journey of
Fifteen steps
Moving toward
The twelfth moon
Of elf glory

I beheld
Snow flakes
Melting under
The heat
Of I intuitive
Breathing grasp

Chilled thoughts
Roasting above
Hot coal
Of last nights’
Deep heated
Fractured talk
Limping through
An empty
Emotional
Orchard


A horizon
Of misty impulses
Gliding before I sight
The blurry voice
Making its way
Through a
Thicket of
Foul tongues

Beyond
The eyes
Imperial
I but find
A Scarlet
Of frozen passion

She dances
With hips
Basking in
Ocean green
Linen
With lips
Softly sizzling
Sweetly coated
With smiling death

Like the splendorous
Serpent
In ecstasy
Warmly she bends
To offer
A gentle Kiss
Of thy last breath

Her bosom
Rests upon
A dragon
Whose breasts
Are six and fifty
Her scepter
The priest of princes

Eighty four hundred
Eighteen
She whispers
The cleansing
Of numbers
Baptized in
The ordeal
Of the eleventh
Star

The Lion
Of Judah
Watches
But calmly

She sets
Her feet
On white petals

The flame
Born of the
Twelfth tribe
Of the stained
Lamb
Arises

Council she seeks
From Belial
But the one
Whose eyes
Rubbed with death
Smiled on
The plan vexed
The promise
Of ancient scrolls
Wins for
Moons of infinity