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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Ritual Cleanliness 

    Stained to lavabo Hands lathered Unreluctant celebrant  Ineluctable cleanliness Pleasant scent as of meadowed heaven Septuagint abeyant, bathing my hands  Mouthing Psalm twenty five  I will wash my hands in innocence  O Lord so will compass altar thine I will be altered by it  Change in the truly compliant Miracle upon belief reliant. Sighing in…

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    10th Jul 2024
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  • Counting wounds

    Brute unsutured Blood gushing Wound soon sewn shut Cards of mystical import strewn bedside trestle In my tarot’s taking, fate’s slung arrows slewing.

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    10th Jul 2024
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  • Descendants

    In a faraway land of palm a familiar drama hatching Abraham and sister-wife Sarah, later matriarch, made Isaac Thy descendants keeping my tenets Protecting my covenants shall be ascendant Dependent on none, let live in sunful plenty Far from the sinful bowl, empty Thou and thine art protected Shielded by favour and unseen angels Who…

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    9th Jul 2024
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  • Homeless Poets

    Homeless Ovid  Abutting road Not leading to Rome Blameless of Homer Torpid storm, turgid night  Serpentine tide’s undulate tattoo An exciseman in surplus resounding Pass’d without glance-casting our poet. Cursed to roam without the Garden By the sawfire sword angel-guarded Like a burdened beast ere upon its toes An azure-triskelled woad naked in a cleaving…

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    9th Jul 2024
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  • Goodbye to all that

    Robert Graves awayed, bloodlust sated Absconded to Deia, more to his mind Place of Satyrs, sylvan glaived maize Silenus maven muse pilgrim. He was a poet, a true poet  Moon-throated, thralled to a muse From whose faultless hem Truth hewn can be eschewed Use not vexatious runes or puzzling riddles Which muddle befuddling the reading…

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    9th Jul 2024
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