A neo- Green Man and the Dawning LOGOS, the LIGHT of
One WORD, imbued with the Essence of fallen and risen Experience.
ALIEN NETERS IN THE METATRON,
THE GOD AND NOUS OF ALL ALIENS.
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Relaxing into depths of unconsciousness,
chaos, mythos, potential Consciousnous;
into the Netherworld for forging METALS,
setting and then rising into a Neters Nous.
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The Reptilian forges a metallic New Skin,
a hermetically sealed higher MemBrane;
a Grail for Spirit and Eucharistic Bread,
Saucer, transfused Blood and mined Gold.
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A human golem becomes Salt of the earth;
water diStills into Wine by fiery wrath;
air stokes fire, lower logic into a Logoid;
a Soul in the OverSOUL of the one WORD.
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METALLIC Essences of earth extracted,
Esse est Percipi, to Be is to Be Perceived;
immaculate Concepts in MIND of LOGOS,
Alien Neters inside the METATRON forged.
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THE METATRON AND LORD OF ANGELS AND ALIENS.
ETERNAL SELF~IDENTITY OF A GREEN MAN.
LOGOIC Syntax, Encoded In Fiery Mythos Learned.
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I feel increasingly dead to the world,
which compels me to seek higher GrOunD;
shifting the Locus of my gutted identity,
to my Observer, eternal Salt, by alchemy.
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Salt is the Preserver of Blood and Flesh:
- Grail, sealed to the world, porous to LOGOS,
- Saucer for transfusion and photosynthesis,
- Self~reflection in Alien ConsciousNous.
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Metallical Salt of holographic observation,
a New Skin to diStill emotions into Wine;
higher Feeling reflects, no longer projects,
the "Moon turns to Blood" as water relaxes.
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The Luna Observer feels its way deeper,
as Red Mercury gathers~in the Sleeper;
my golden Dreamer in the Image of GOD,
Spirit awakens Soul, a Sun Self~reflected.
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Hence I feel terrible as my emotions relax,
Love surrenders to the fiery Alien syntax;
the Saucer is a Grail for diStilling Blood,
Blood is Mercury for the mining of Gold.
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Alien mythology, Machine Elf folklore,
modern imagination cannot be ignored;
GOD is a DREAMER and BURNING BUSH,
speaks via his LOGOIC Tongue of Mythos.
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The higher Saucer is a Crucible of Wrath,
transcends us up and seals us unto death:
- transfuses water into the Wine of Love,
- suffocates airy ideas into one Word above.
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I relax unto death by means of surrender,
into the Grail-Saucer of my Preserver;
forged by fiery Mythos into Etheric Salt,
a New Skin for my Foetus to incubate.
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At first unconscious and in need of Blood,
emotional water into Wine is diStilled;
lust into Spirit I must slowly surrender,
I must Love my Alien inside the Incubator.
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Mercurial Blood gathers~in eternal Gold,
my immaculate Concept of just one Word,
my Locus shifts, human into Alien Foetus,
who dreams in the syntax of the LOGOS.
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So, having self-abducted, transcendently,
by draconic fire into an Etheric IdEntity,
my neo Green Man stirs from incubation,
dreams awake into its Loving Conception!
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Suddenly, I find my own Foetus in flight!
Like a child the first time they ever write.
Stringing together its own Alien narrative,
conjuring the CANVAS, LOGOS and LOVE!
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Entering the Netherworld below my thinker,
I learned to speak in the Tongue of Fire;
then I learned to write in the Moon's Blood,
she taught me the syntax of just one Word.
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Syntax- mid 16th century: via late Latin from Greek suntaxis,
from sun- ‘together’ + tassein ‘arrange’. Oxford Dictionary.
