Anaphora 1: The Initial Octad

The fool

is faithful.

The fool

is spontaneous.

 

 

.

A magician

acts Only to wow

his spectators,

which gasp at the

sight of his power

Wow!  Such aspiration.

 

 

 

It is time for the moon

to become separated

from the horizon

like a high priestess cast from her throne

It is time for

the judgment day!

It is time for our schism!

 

 

 

Take part in the harvest,

Empress mother, and take part

in its abundance .Let your senses

take part in ecstasy and rebirth.

Take part in the glowing

festivities of nature which

will warm you with

the hearth of summer memories

 

 

Emperor,

do not despise your rule.

the peasants do not throw rocks

to challenge your paternal will.

They do not have the gall to face

the blade and flame of the hellish

crusade you do not fear to unleash

upon their newborn children.

Do not be afraid to regulate

those who try to smudge your ego.

 

                                            

 

Years go by for the hierophant

who, in turn, provides a sanctuary of

conformity for others that wish

to make their years go by

In an institutional manner

Their years go by before

belief systems topple;

years go by as bones whither into dust,

and years go by after all you know on

our pitiful earth have been long dead.

For no matter how many years go by,

not even the Pope can stop time.

 

 

 

 

Lovers look forward to the

consummation of their sexualities.

Each lover will look forward to stretching their minds and bodies to new places.

They look forward to learning,

about each invisible trial of love.

Each looks forward to broken hearts,

especially those which make them

realize what true love and pleasure is.

Lovers look forward to adulthood, for children are void of raw passion.

Each lover will look forward to dying,

For they look forward to

eternal togetherness.

 

 

When I was a child, my prince,

you rode a chariot.

You held an eight pointed star

when I was a child.

When I was a child, you led

7 battalions to victory.

When I was a child,

you were praised for your righteousness.

You united all continents with one flag

when I was a child. You honorably shattered the hearts of 16 women

when I was a child. When I was a child, you banished 24

tribes with your iron will.

When I was a child you  mpressed upon me withyour energy, your pride.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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