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EPILOGUE by THE BEAST

I PICKED a flower as red as MY EYES

A thorn pricked me;

I slayed 10,000 Syrians — in 30 BCE

IT was The Season of The Beast

A S N O W

:: 02.14.2020 ::


MYSTICISM

WHEREBY it may be declared
that mysticism is union
or absorption into that Diety
of knowledge barred
by the intellect…

I do contemplate
nay — surrender
that my character-soul
dreamy thunder-confusion
understands — and knows

The ultimate reality
is more than mere words
practised by unknowns
incomprehensible to minds
but deeply known

Feelings, intuition
beneath the bedsheets
of mistress-whole-mindness
::P::