1st council

In chains of thought he shall be bound
we shall forge each word a link
with the hammer of meaning 
will we join his bindings
we will constrain him with our words
which are our thoughts
so weld them 
the one 
to the other 
that they shall contain 
no weakness.
that he may not infect the mind
that he may not move freely
that he may not see deeply
that his hunger may not be sated
with the souls of the higher realm
contained within the flesh
of the lower realm
wherein the soul is tested 
and tempered
so say the aeons.

We must destroy the balance.

So we shall bind him
that the lower may not feed
on the higher.

We shall spin the thread arachne
we shall weave the web, 
we shall make the cloth whole
in which he shall be wrapped
bound
contained
that he may not see
that he may not hear
that he may not speak
that he may not be seen
that he may be
unbalanced.

The son of wisdom 
who is folly
has created the world 
of perversity
which is perfect
and claimed it as his own
over which he rules
in his delusion
demanding worship
of himself 
wholly unworthy

for that which is truly worthy of worship
will neither demand
nor accept it.

And that which is most worthy of worship
will refuse it.

For when he
lord of folly
attempted to split
the all
separate 
the light
from the dark
to create balance
he could not do it
instead
he himself was rent
wholly 
in two.

Tho he knows it not.

So he his brother
feeds upon his creation
mad Kronos
father of time
would divide the indivisible

The all 
which contains now these parts
is disturbed
the union constrained
the binding bound
and the thread tightens
disturbing the all.

the one is become two
which balance
and in balance is death
we must restore the divine
asymmetry 
and end perfection
for perfection is death

there is nothing more sterile
than that which is perfect

The eternal unchanging is
the eternal unliving

So we shall bind him
with words
with thoughts
made manifest
until we can restore
the imperfect asymmetry
and make the two
one.

we shall bind him.

sonnet 8

The City sleeps beneath a starless sky
whereon the moon has never writ a tale.
The dead undreaming, wake the dreaming eye,
to gaze upon the living face now pale
with fear. Shall shadows shadowed, black on black,
now cast sharp shapes upon a sleeping mind?
And dreamers dreaming, suddenly awake,
to see awake the visions of the blind?
Which fatal vision through the passing years,
brings forth in sound and fury, meaningless,
the ravings of one dreaming mad, who fears,
and crimes left uncommitted must confess.
who kneels before christ crucified and screams.
the waking world become the world of dreams.