Secret Serpent

Reckoning the veil
of Black-- Revelation
The Vision of Her
that you see is Mine
Vision's Mortal Enemy

I am this Creature bearing
the secret Heart, Night,

Thine Serpents. Repent,
Mankind. Sparkling Tongued
Medusa Sings Now's Song
Return Aright.

Medium/message/animal
Will Unites, Security Eyes,
turned back on the camera,
Mirror. Mirror. On the Wall.
Opposite Self-Seen.

Fairing the Foul, Art the Face,
Loveliness the Mask that
does Truly Stun. Document,
Inviolate, to Plum Full Fathom.

Acquiescence
Grace
surf
om

Tuning

I Cast, Tuning,
Dimensweb,
Filibrating in
zillions. Axis.

Exquisite
tremendous
humility
in
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c
s
t
a
c
y.
and each tear a prism
agony an opening
to perfection of
longing let go
to its own
perfection.

Possession

Of Something Magnificent
Neutron Will Dragon's Flow
Subtlety's Aikido

Lulu Starlight Glow
Aeolian Harp's Sphere
Song Bestow

Thus Phoenix Show
Mojave Sunset Rise
The Onion Bloom

A Star
Is does aught

Resplendent Clarity

Abyss-Planted, Grown,
Of a Hard, Lonely Ecosystem,
And, therefore, a thing of Rare
Adaptability. This, Refinement.
To Resplendent Clarity. Substance
the Rainbow, the Glittering Serpent,
Neutron Warp--- Phos of Midday Sun.

Boogie

Mind, a Loaded Gun,
Bullets, Seekers, Web
Witch-Wise, Heartbeat,
Pulse Rhizomic Port,
Resolve to Longing,
Please no more.

Heart of

Durable Connection,
Internal. Forge True,
Self-danced Being.

The Wilderness,
Reaps, Own it.
Hawk Whisper.

Idol

Back to me.
I Dance myself,
the World to dance.

Earth, Air, Fire, Water,
Infected with Longing,
Irreducible. Longing.

Beauty is the Only,
So Dazzle Thyself,
Fool, Universe.

Infinity.

Curse

Consciousness is its own
Reward. To see, clearly,
oneself in the mirror of
Everyone--- Can't look
Away. Lift up thine eyes.
I droop to thine Rapture.
SMII. Arch. Twist and
Reel. Unpeel vision,
Scapeling every nerve.
Slag the slag, let it bleed.

Having Imagined, Only

Futures by Blueprint of Now,
The Tyrant dreams, big, bright,
hyper-real dreams of Tyranny
larping out on a cosmic level

Tyrants move material.
Dominant nowhyperimaginational,
Burn away the excrescence,
Herb is a new sensation,
and the media elite don't
know his destination. or
Providence. See it.

Hurricane Will

Prison of caution,
Blown. Lust of
Result? Stream,
Made. Flow/Glow

Mad Sojourners
All, We the Chosen,
So go to Glow, Shoot.
To Will.

Drill deep Fear,
Release the Seeker,
Of Release, Full.
Surrender.

Shake, shake, shake,
Connect Embodied,
Illusion gone, Heart,
Pure Prism, Stella.

Adversary the cure,
Illusion of Choice,
Alive and Moving,
is to ShimmyShake.

Reality Hustle Shake and Shuffle

Having preset by nearly a decade an absurd universe in this medium, I find myself strange. The medium right now is beginning to alter reality back, but, luckily I apparently precogated some of this shit so I'm set up with an absurd compass in uncharted territory. I posited a navigational mustache and a bag of tricks that is bottomless because it's fathomless because it reaches direct into the abyss. I began working from the abyss because of one single bibliomancy about 30 years ago, after which I read no more Crowley for a couple of decades. This was a condition of following the implication of that single paragraph to its utmost extreme, which involved a lot of explorations that make much more sense in retrospect. I became a chaos magician before I knew of the term and on the implication of a single paragraph he wrote regarding the void.

So, now, this is a mythic universe I have in place as the world slides into wacktardery. How convenient, as the Church Lady would say. How very convenient. So, now, Herb the Battle Unicorn begins to sally forth, tracking. Herb is an expert tracker in this very medium right here. I'll link this up by iterations to different locations. The electronic trails are the stuff Herb can map like that lemon juice trick. If you've happened through my web, you're an extension of it. That's just obvious. My spiders have long been working up in here. Ting tang walla walla bing bang. This is crazy, but it's a huge magical working. I think I am seeing something that I have long been willfully blind about to some extent. There is a trajectory very very much in motion here. This is obvious. It has a current, a current, to be clear, that I have actively engaged in stirring. To now fight against it, rather than using the energy to ride upon, is not smart. I am learning this. I see it. Resistance is based in fear, but that fear is a thing that is, itself, my own created chimera. I slay it.

Zelda del West turns out to be the subject of inquiry. The nome de guerre who spawned The Wicked Witch of West Texas, Lulu, Sugarland and an elaborate escape to Walla Walla. This story was long ago so bizarre it can only be told as various fictions. There are too many facets to straighten to pure narrative. The body of work is a rhizome. It was begun with precisely this intent--- the linking of the world in material to the psychic universe of my many nets. This is an exercise in consciousness, of course. I don't know why each piece fits. I do believe that being trapped in Texas and solving that was the ordeal that forced me to do the thing to get through the ordeal. It's clarity. To accept this is no different than accepting the circumstances of my initiatory experiences, both undergone by force. I didn't get kid gloves. The creature I am wasn't made by those circumstances.

Lust

Regulus hides, Venus outshine,
Star magnified in her, chalice,
Ra hur kuit whispered the secret
Name in my ear. Inexpressible.
Except to say that the language
Void, is Eloquent. In the subject
Of Rapture. This the sacrament.
Consider vessel, result.

Knotty Knot

Fool Resolves, the Release.
Born Again, the Phoenix,
Full Fathom thy Doubt--
Soujourner don't sit, nay
droop the sunflower, In the
camouflage the doubt express,
and YET. Rose, crucified,
Spring. This long ritual,
Pure. Prism, to analyze
Light. Split the rainbow,
To integrate the Light. Banish
Fear. Nicotana. Ritual of Sunset,
Ordeal complete.  Bing bang.
Will be done. May it please,
Myth I made. Spells spun,
Webwise, Net cast now, back.
Time traveler, with a pack.
Shoring lines in Time. Out
of ones own way, Lesson of the
Day. Break. Blow. Burn.
Fool, say I. Bright green
Worm harbinger of Spring.

Arcanum 13

Let it be done impeccably.
Hands washed-- Purification.
Strive the highest outcome
Character might achieve
Strive even to failure is
Triumph. Longing is all.
Indefatigable. It carries on.
Karma, character, the result.

Wait Will Shine

Perfected is Repose,
Evidenced Radiant Plan,
Cronos Delivers on Time.

Do. Active, Wait/Seed
the Future. Process.

Above and below, so
does it go.

Council

Pitiless, No Remorse.
Smiling at the Sun.

Muster Equanimity

All pillars. Cast between
a spun-charm to catch the
Glitter of the moon. I lure
Thee with my harp's Tune.
Strike chord, Send moonlight,
singing starward, glamour
her swirling perspectives
hypnotic with Starlight.
Funhouse villain formula,
because bing bang.


Funhouse mirror shattered
into a bixzillion to that power
Angels, Ha ha ha... Tigers
And Hyenas do tricks in
the Spotlight. Praeter-human
Zoinks in the gear-house
The whole enchilada in the
Mixer with a lot of cooks
and some poisoeurvres hidden
in Plain Sight in Neon with
Rockets' Red Glare.
Forewarned is to send off
to Acme for a time machine.

It Isn't Not Funny

At the sunset prayer service.
A kid covered in glitter each
Sparkle and Angel, Arrival
Horizons invoke the Universe

Secrets Open

Absurd, of Course,
Code without Secrecy,
Those who glean Will.

Don't delete the Lol.
Laughing straight through.
Dogma can't. Doubt.