Behold! This body is a mask to adore, or to scorn oft, to weep for, abandon, cherish, and belove!
In this face
is each smooth stone
of the endless rivers-
-my skin is milked of the bone of Earth,
-my mind is electric etheric Terra
Thoughts like liquid glass assembled,
-my hair like sol- the ambers fields of grain, the cloudless furrows at dusk,
-my sight the effortless dawning vistas of the Moon,
But this mask of Earth,
this Face of Man-
That shell of stone-
This heart of deep mountains and dark and diving oceans- or vicious effervescent skies at the raptured Wings of bright mornings!
The forests are
my wisest company-
and a Trillion birdsongs,
earthquakes, and thunder-claps, are my beating heart!
that veil greets
And all ambient being
The Seven Sisters
I Stand between Cancer, Virgo and Embody the Eastern Lamb of Night-
I have Tamed the Lion- for I have grasped Denebola proudly!
“Al Ras al Asad al Shamaliyy,”
“The Lion’s Head Toward
The South” is My own also-
The Sickle is my mouth,
My tail, and my breath-
Mansion of the moon- my sweet bright chalice-
The Dove fairest of my maiden flock-
A little Prince- my Sky is my Crown!
Rex is my Latin solace, a name I cannot say aloud-
UR.GU.LA “the great lion”,
Regulus of Ages, sweetest Star of my heavens anon
is my royal Diadem,
Zosma- where my hip was flayed by the
Blessings of the morn,
and The Shining forth
is my malice in that ladder of night-
Feared by the Arabs, the Turks, The Red Dragon of old-
Revered by Babylon, Egypt, and Greece-
Azure mixing planes-
This brow has sopped the clusters of Centauri, Leethes shadowed keep, and these ears have rung out songs from-
of the Bringers
of light, night, and War.
I have etched
of the harbors of five
million million million
the far reaching
I have climbed to the utmost pinnacle of the upper chambers- I have declared the dance and song of the Unseen Ones- The Fiery Ones- The Nether-cast
I have broken all seven seals
Assembled each Elder-
and the Book has flown through me.
The Unchanging Orders of the Cosmos have spoken from this my Mask-
I alone have been their witness-
Behind my mask lays a hundred million million eyes- of an uncountable sea of Souls.
For I have asked
I am but man, but made of Starlight, dust, and Thought-
I am the vessel happily
emptied of ego
for this reward.
You here are only
That which you see
In your own image-
Vapid unions of your Masks
There is but a face:
In shame, in joy, or in wait-