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The Alchemist's Bride {Written with Howling Whelms}
They fall
With such intensity..the density
Akin to tiny drops of Mercury
Laced with Sulfur
Beautifully hued beads
Dripping into the cerebral chapel
Like scalpels slicing open
Seeds of nocturnal musings..
One would willingly nominate
To dominate all that is
Ever was..ever will be
Yes..it is this Spiritual oddessy
To be spoken of most modestly
Still...the irony nor the oddity of it
Does not escape the notice
Of a control freak now just a freak...
Of Nature
Heralded by a conjuring mist
Her whims wailing beneath
It's lazy omnipresent breeze
Rendering its intended
Captured..within a hazy rapture
Of a shape shifting dream-scape
Filled with imbued horizons morphing
Into hidden temples and caves secreted
Throughout the Amazonian terrain
Her despotic demeanor lurking
Behind an exotic demureness
That dictates to the oral...delicately
Morals no longer debased
Replaced with the sine qua non
Of these rites...respect and discipline
He a devotee pledged to the sacred arts
As her commandments flog the Soul..
Come hither
The will withers further away as
Serpents slither towards
Crimson silhouettes
Heat seeking
The menagerie peeking
Their eyes lit like a thousand fireflies
Dancing amongst the shadows
Cast by the gathering of oaks
Branches uproot themselves
Vines entwine extremities
The night beams with excitement
The Owl's gaze fixated
Upon this long awaited ceremony
This gathering a farewell of sorts
A wedlock foretold in memories reclaimed
Where amnesia relinquishes
It's innocuous hold
The latent Warlock awakened at last
Taken through a Seven Fold Labyrinth
To meet at its end his betrothed..
The Alchemist's bride
...in waiting...
Tho untethered to monogamy
'Tis just his postulancy
Be time honored by
Her emerald-mahogany presence
Baring the most sacred
Stones and crystals as dowry
Her myriad of minerals
Inducing such seminal verses
Where he who submits shall rise
Abandoning the petrified weight of self
Thus blessed with the skeleton key
To unlock Her many mysteries
Hidden in plain sight
Seen as the elixir of innerstanding
Initiating a menage a trios
Of entelechy copulating intimately
With intellect and intuition
Under a Blood Moon moving faithfully
In it's preordained rhythm
Becoming perfectly aligned
.....and soon.....
All shall be righteously divined
Through the engagement of atoms
Traveling harmoniously within
Freely throughout
Her Celestial circumference
Her gift of Labradorite the window
Unveiling the ascension between
Dimensions as something old
Yet something new
They are not dead, per se, .. but as a vision condemned
they are to be reality’s seeds, for the journey of this
mystère was foretold during the black sun .by a neurotic
village Oracle,.who said it would be a 'serenading
staccato’d fate'
.. .
With sufferings of implicit thrashings & having traveled
many blood moons with her ethereal feet stalking grounds,
she was slowly being filled with strengths, as her eyes
would appear upon stars to unlearn their constellations in
truly seeing who they are.{Simply maculate opioids}
beneath their pentamerous skeletals, faithfully preordained
in guiding by shedding rhizomes of light thru sordid
revolutions concentric with starvational solitude ..Still some_
thing odd, unrelenting, bold, daring, too tasteful unutterably
powerful was the encasement of her spine. --Which has
been there since worlds ago
But now time has come for he whom has submitted ‘thyself’
to rise
And it is here that I stand. .as an elemental confidante to
sever your spiritus from its physical umbilical cord- all shall
watch -be pleased in joyful musing-, as you become
un'suppressed.. .unsurpassed by any other. Thy rise shall
be wise & gains abundant.. So like others before, bend at
your knees on this botanical bed to hail the divine pa’lace
below my waist.. patiently, accept the extracts of morpho_
logical succor roots & majical liquescent therein by taking
this sacred vow'
be enticed not only by my taste & smells but of knowledge
that is yours to behold. Now, slowly up, cover my breast
with your hands; come into my entire as befitting attire .But.
before you enter me completely .. let nature speak unto your
inevitable becoming, thru ‘intimate anamnesis’ as the waves,
collidings & rocking of our esoterical blends soon interprets
revealings that are only meant for your internal eye to see,
though I can discern the quaking of my soils, as 'all' to feel
terrains shudder in shifts beneath them . You are the
adorned made whole- All that you have been- are & will be
‘Heed. . there are twenty & two sacrosanct spheres of
énergies that calls out to evolving collective depths that can
make 'ancient traumas & the living lands bow’ . Hence, in
this rise is the soul’s ability to 'multiply thus divide'. So know
you must . that these moons are your phases of legacy -
{The inheritance of secrets}
.. .along with precious gifts of coals, stones & metals, dew
salts, magnetic gems & vials of enriched cloy & mineral oils..
not to mention a copious estate of herbs & spices- for
pleasure or taste, obedience or freedom..
All of importance .each to serve your 'will' thru transformations,
as each power of holding will be that of regal & at times
revolting. But must take care, for you are a breed of uniquity
with omnipotence even over those unaware. . Still my novitiate
you have far to go in perfecting your craft . So for now .
.. .Welcome home...
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