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Masterwork of Yaldabaoth
I was in Eden, when the stars saw and moulded man
I beheld the achievement of my toils and plan
I surveyed the ape body beneath my tail of green
I contemplated the workings of my servants
I breathed my warm breath of wisdom into his nostrils
I saw the flesh breathe in and out, tasting the air
His brown eyes opened, and looked in the four directions
Her ears twitched, to listen to the stars whispering
His wide nose sniffed, smelling the corpses of my past works
Her hands felt the grass dancing beneath her rough skin
His mind awoke, the beauty of my dream departed
Her soul moved, and I was filled with breathless horror
Your almond skin concealed the web of veins and muscles
Your hair was black that pointed in all directions
Your teeth were thirty two pearls of white bathed in cows milk
Your two eyes sparkled with inquiry and longing
Your soul in your eyes was as white as the night sky’s pearl
Your mouth spoke about the pink pearl beneath the shell
“Let my pink pearl drift in the gnosis river
Let my pink pearl drift high above Eden’s stars”
Copyright ©
David Hyatt-Bickle
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