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The Aeon
by Ronnie Burk
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stirs in us,
daemon / brother: Castor / Pollux
moving from universe to galaxy to Netherworld
You are star as I am serpent
configured around the Tree

Nude deities of the New Capricorn
I think of you on Menachin Elohim St.
blocked pathways to the L train
There is much work to be done on Malkuth
ramparts & bridges, turrets & towers
of the walled in City of Lost Ladies
Do you dream of lost ladies as I dream of you
at the window?
Is it pills, alcohol & cigarettes
               gunpowder & opium
that ravishes your already ravaged body?
To clear away demons of the past
                        old age & death
what new light must surround us?

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corrosive morning red clouds in the west Amenti's haze above the Parthenon
Ra born of Amun's bosom
reed boat to whirlpools of galactic blackness
egret on the salt marsh the look of
eternity just within reach

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long black fingers of silt,
                    You are pearl in the lotus,
as I am gold threads in brocade,
               
  splintered cabinets of vermilion, broken caskets of myrrh,
                       You are seed & flame
as I am dust & mortar crumbling mud brick obelisk in the sun

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