Artifact

A cunning ape
 upon a diamond throne
tastes his apple.
 Our Saturn lets loose
arrows of piercing spiritual venom.
 Dominion and power
in the blood of a human head.
 A complete circle
unmanifest enclosing
 the devil.
Crushing all passion and pride;
 A white cone
gently rolling
 toward the Centre.
The disk manifests
as the One.

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