As I came out of the pentacle I was washed in scarlet wine 

And the crows flew round the clearing and the ocean sang in brine

He was a principle he became a shrine and the autumn leaves a gathered 

To tell a story containing time 

Foe witches burned in September and the twins are sacrificed 

I must remember June and November 

I must remember how we came together 

For she a mere particle and alembic is her mind 

She spits out white toxicity and she knows the sorcerer is benign 

The Black Forest liquid is a flowing in her veins 

And the wizard walks on Avalon and the lizard is alive 

Alive alive oh oh alive alive oh oh 

I met a Scythian warrior atop a black motorbike 

With blonde hair in 80s fashion and a lion on his bicep 

In the golden dawn lit window he contained a sacred right

The curve of his head adorned with a cosmic paradox 

Time is not a real thing time is arced and spun 

The places that we lit up and the streets upon we run 

For who can know entirety and love is never lost 

Because each moment is forever and we all unfathomably tossed

The layers and the dells and the horizons of green and gold 

And the oceans and the meadows and the bedspreads and the coals

The dead are in the next room and the living threads are worn 

And the hooded cloak I was given embroidered with the stars and sun 

Dogs run down the mountain through the forest thick with berries

And the stags are scattered and the mead drinkers are merry 

I cook herbs inside a copper pot on a fire fed with birch 

And the children fishing in the river hook a quicksilver perch 

Mercury does not reflect and Thoth has just one thought 

And Hermes is a three times blessed and never to be caught 

And life is it a vessel, a like to light and sound and the shape that we imagine

Becomes the cathedral of our time

Blinking blinking pineal retina blinking open

Anubis guards the gateway to the place most travelled

And gently I refuse him and am sent up another level 

To the great jade corridor, and the point below the pyramid

Where the obelisks are ringing to allow me admission 

Up to the circle ship 

Up to the New Jerusalem 

Where the priests are very tall and hover above the floor

All the while they are but symbols anthropomorphised 

Golden light electric blue light 

The snake the spine the awake the DNA 

I stand between my mothers light and my fathers shadow 

And luck is not just for gamblers 

And a hanging not just for gallows 

On the altar where I  hover all the adjustments are decreed

And a marriage is set in light 

And the light becomes the changes becomes the knowing and the speed 

And for protection I am gilded in golden hexagons 

Spun by a billion alien bees

And now I am upright for the baptism is forthcoming 

And the font is full of flames 

I remember I remember my name writ in the snow 

A travelling name for me that only my family know 

A pregnancy, wadjinda pregnancy, a stone. 

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