Friedrich Crowley

 

lightning bolt flashes
charging people with clashes
upon the dessert fields
bloodthirsty like wolves ensealed
in a cave black as a womb
soon corpses litter the tomb
sending lightning pleas to order
to fertilize the seed-soul with wonder
at liberty brought by an angel
of fire and force and rule over languor

a harpoon shoots through my heart
talons claw away old sight
the old self-skin discarded
fell away from the stupidly martyred
no sacrifice on earth
will assure eternal rebirth
when gratification is the inclination

an impulse which pulses
like light in a glacier
melting the ancient frozen layer
til desire for union shines.

to be one with all
is the course of course
to seek out confirmation
such a hopeless sign of low self-worth

how to live without a myth
without feelers to grope with
better to just pursue it
instead of painfully deny it
transcendence may be a lie

the only sign of its truth
in the lives of those who came before
but the prophet is a whore
leading those on the path

renunciation and gratification
acting as one
the moon and the sun
error and truth
impossibly merged
become a bleeding gash dirge
the mystic and scientist wrestle and fight
yet still there is a light
upon this great conflict
shedding the blood of our moon
spreading light upon this tune
reason and faith
two headed God
of the sky and the earth
may their disagreement be
the seed of new birth
of an unknown flower
a majestic yet deplorable power