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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Perusing the tomes of esoterica, One truth I've learnt indeed, Not one book contains it all. There's always more to read. Axiom mixed with allegory, Abstract salt and misty sulphur. Is this that famous alchemy? I'll find the quintessence myself. I wonder will my pupils burn, Ere I see the salamander? Peradventure I'll go blind, Gazing at the flame. Kundalini's far too painful, No snakes I'll squeeze from there! Keep the stick; I disdain your wand, And those dowdy robes of rite. You banish nought excepting creed, So your mind can play in circles. Dr Dee, did you notice, Darkness in reflection? Enoch's sigils say no more, Arcane shapes that never shine. Antiquated and obscure, The like of which I can't define. No Angels tap upon my pane, I think they've lost their wings? Or John and Eddy were insane, Who can read their mirror? I covet a theophany, To behold an avatar. But none have manifested yet, Perhaps they are asleep? I heard the Masons in cabal, 'Find the tent within thyself.' Alas their holy pillars crumble, When their master's meet. Will I become the charioteer? And overcome my obstacles. Maybe the Tower's drawn for me, 'I'll see you at the bottom.' To then be threshed by death himself, Though his charger l won't fear. Nor that upon his hasty heels, For death is only transition. A torchless Hermit I'll remain, Engaged in futile rumination. The change I will, will not occur, Therefore the Fool forever I'll be.
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