O.
The end of the beginning and the start of it ALL.
I.
The eye crowns New Rome; "The Lamb of the Forgotten Order".
II.
In between black alder and pristine snow, the hidden line rights the axis of thy bow.
III.
Poor US = The eye IS + The eye IS = SET theory.
IV.
Hear the woven WORD and sure as reed we sway.
Perhaps it's just a programmers kink to lead us toward or further away.
V.
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Here the jagged heart whispers determined fate... 'sigh'
... for everything connects, even the little and the late.
O. Shining down from the crown,
W. it's fluid pours to open hidden doors,
E. it breathes and everything in/between seethes,
S. it's the glowing ember, knowing enables us to remember
N. that the last place is the first and the past is fast on it's way.
VI.
NUIT! is light and SIX is the mirror of symmetrical sight.
HE!
I wore a ruptured shell, you told your friends I was 3º from the nearest hell.
Jenny warned that I was a Theosophy skell. Well, well...
NUIT is NOW! Give your WORD and I will redirect my prow,
I will camp in Copley churches or messenger lies down Surface.
I will live in bars, triumphant as the drunken cipher of your stars.
For I carry your trine in my pocket = COSINE! the indelible docket.
To comely you I call, I loved your nothing and I worshipped your ALL.
NUIT is THEN! My wren, the eldest daughter! The ship had taken in water.
Her mizenmast was wracked and against the shoals she finally cracked.
The name on her punctured hull was Tabula Rasa, she was my eternal Null.
EH!
I carefully watched your reflection, you said a mirror is the best protection
Jenny warned of splintered keels. Still, I can't help but replay our reels:
You in black heels, the curtain falls and one of us kneels...
NUIT! is dark and MINE is the spark that cleaves to your ARC.
VII.
"The DWELLER is within...!"
Begin.
The broken record is crescent shaped - it's a tar black dorsal fin,
the spoken WORD we taped - prescient, like little Anna's only hymn.
End.
My green eyes record the scenes and your white teeth rend,
Lovely, lovely! - How you destroy to mend!
VIII.
IX.
X.
XI.
XII.
XIII.
XIV.
XV.
XVI.
XVII.
XVIII.
XIX.
