In serpents constellations imprinted was
as immortal be, was we made mortal
and as a veiled Priesthood did we walk
upon this Earth : with grace was it given,
as the songs which was sung before
the gates of dawn as they rose and fell.
Thy cometh is a tail
as it lashes :
For reality is only fractures of our senses
in time's wound were we conceived,
as expansions of our wyrds remnancies
as the radiance of vibrations in throat
which on its tongue was split, divided
Father Thou - be thou my Mother then!
Thy drink be poison'd
is it a cure too !
As in fleeting was to leap below and above
for the hidden moons of planets unseen.
and the scorched out suns which once was.
There was it cut over as a Brahmins myth :
as a table was set before - were we not sat
but stood in front of it and served spirit.
Thy crumbs be as blood
from serpents !
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