Bathing In Fire
And the instrument is an inanimate object
Until its soul is blown into it
And you hear its waling lamentation
Our false sense of subjectivity
Is life's main source of trepidation
And hence we should achieve unity
Unity with divination
And be consumed by the light of fire
Burned in desire by the fire of light
Pick into your brain
Go insane
Call on the four archangels
Bring Michael to quench your thirst
But the baptism of fire is all that is quenching
Summon Raphael to heal the gaping head wound
But his healing salts only engender its growth
Tell Azrael to remove breath out of this instrument
But death is not annihilation, not riddance of subjectivity
Bring Gabriel,
Let him reveal
Bring God's seal
And I will unveil what I conceal
Bring Him nearer to me than my spirit
So that I may feel the fire
The fire of desire
Intimate love felt at the heart
The spirited organ of the fleshy part
As the four leave us
And the world is put on hold
My ears muted, my eyes blinded
And my will becomes His
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