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O Hierophos older than night,

O Living Ikon, coeternal sired,

O Center that creates the wheel.

Translated one,

Slaughter-silent eater of the curse,

Well hast thou known the cup of want:

Self-libation from the hollow of the grail.

Lifted as the brazen serpent of pharmakon,

The holy poison floweth

From desert stone and piercéd corpus,

These bloodgates five.

Sign of Jonah,

ΙΧΘΥΣ by the eye of nous:

"Thou hadst cast me into the deep...

Floods compassed me about...

And the earth with her bars was about me for ever..."

Quake all hearts, beneath and beyond,

Above and below, crown and kingdom

Phosphoros ascendent, riseth the morning star

From riven belly of harrowed Leviathan.