The Mercury Experiment

I don't know where it comes from.



At the Gate of Babalon,
one node in a rhizome of
conduits, the dominant,
The street where I live.

the Prism, I saw you. At
the well. You did not meet
My Eye. What seer are you?
Mercury morn, a little gift,
invoking communication.

Do not look for honesty,
because the most dangerous
Believe. And those are Stars
that are Her eyes.


Perhaps someone will get in touch.
Materials may matter.

Panthea Venus, All-Encompassing

The blood of the ancestors,
All Beauty Percieved
All Made Manifest from
Thine perseption, Love,
the very Source, the longing
for more Ecstacy. This
work a Kiss, Heaven to Earth
And back again, Talisman
Recieved at Daybreak
In a wild unleashing of
Grammar and Glimmer.
Strange, strange work,
the wielding of singularity.

The ritual of seven, an
abstraction of ordeal.

Order Out of Chaos.