MOON OF RESTLESS ATAVISIMS

Nemus
 

Before as after
 above so below
I descend now
An ancient, arcane art of memory
Where sigils sink in the deep steep
Down thru  Dissolution
An end to All

 
UNKNOWN      UNHEWN     UNBOUND
 

For what once lost I is immediately forgotten,
N ay now stirs or stills my ever waking breath
And as memory writhes with woven silk
I am exhaust in the silence of full moonlight
That now foams unuttered word to crest.

And as I am I was as full again
As I steep, divine, with Ygrdrasil’s creep
Atavism and Ogham walk now as living tree
  Baird astir  to certainty – a Netherworld of silent speech
The gray reach now frost, my branch to Night  continuous
What once of I still deeply roots below this foot for He’r

Now Become
The ruby crush of a Universe
In the flow of grape from vine
Now Become
The wine of word and wind awake
Become of She divided for Love’s sake
Womb, exposure, innocence
 Wound of innermost sense.

As this black quill of a black flame dances –
The open mouth begins where vision ends
One Head  - few and secret hold
my river of blue sacred
 where visible Spirit  dwells
Thru silver starlight,
 beheld currencies of non-atomic revelation.
Zos Kia Maati
As the eternal song of stars begins
Light descends to me
Awakens thee
Who fills conception In-between

Tonight, so come you now
Risen in all places of sacred desolation
Fully seen by this moon that hunts Wisdom
With the Knowledge of our wild wicc’d Way
Everywhere the mad dance is Had
And the grape of Dionysis understood

As Hekate knots below my feet around
I behold and flow with thee
my center crushed
My Gaelic sea  - thrice twisted once:-

Where the Past may water memory
Foursquare, mystick Atavum
O brilliant light now a Galaxy

What rough beast come again thru moonlight torn,
Slouches now, towards insight, shadow born?*

Fresh tracks with warming memory for  W.B.-  “The Second Coming”

release  Mithrasmas    2004.    nemus%nexus