There, for all their codes and secrets
like pillars into dust turn
when too much abuse of the heavenly bodies
they do to make for exploits,
it is all devoured
by the elements.
Each imprint for consciousness make
leaves for tracers
then when their chalices are filled to brink
it is all but returned to them
to cleanse for a wound
the mirrors.
These are the ways of Soph [Tell Not]
there to guard and watch,
then to preserve and destroy for a word
too much of this - be gone,
the Ogdoads there to gather
are destroyed.
Then from a scratch into the surface
they rise in their purity again
for the people of those lands are no more
for all their cultivatons
only wilderness remain
as Timotheus said. |