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I seek the ice that forms at the edges of all things,

The half-places outermost.

Quietus, the winter of all.

Hibernaculum, the heart of all.

Brittle in reverence, bow --

Before all becomes mercury.

Bodiless sea, and beyond, great silence.

Far from the keep of familiar idols,

Here stirs the breath from beyond,

Across the nought, knows not shore.

It cannot be, yet was forever given.

In places most still

Echoes all the wordless thunder,

Murmuring chasms of blood-dark light.

Homesick am I

For nameless places

Where I am foreign --

For perpetual return

To what I have never known.

Forever peregrine

On wings of red sulfur.

Pneuma, wake in every hall

And cavern of my inmost,

As once you touched sea before light.

You.

In every sacred shrine:

Sanctum gives unto well,

Well gives unto sea,

Sea gives unto chasm,

Chasm gives unto thee.

From this secret fire I cannot repent.

For this I was called into being --

For this, named forth from the void.

So end my dyad and swallow my death!

Converge parallel rays -- solved in one, ever-distinct,

Swallowed in telos,

World without end.

(Knower of the field and the harvest)

From the field of this black hierurgy

To the solar blood, through white and red,

The sickle turns upon itself,

O firstborn from among the dead.

(Stone-set my face against the world's dying starlight)

Make me a blasphemy

Against the star that rules the age;

Phosphoros, dawn within my heart,

Beyond all world's and flesh's rage.

(In everliving fire of the fluxion)

Forever peregrine,

On wings of theion borne aflame,

As burning adamant unburned,

Inscribed with secret, sainted name.

(So long I've sat dreaming through glass darkly of your face)

In living I want nothing more,

In dying nothing more I seek,

But I should come to you at last

And tremble as my name you speak.