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.
Copyright © Richard Krout | Year Posted 2007
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