In the place of Kiwan there is a stationary voice. A little lion's king. Timbre at the pit drinking water. The Regulator singing. And Saturn is the key wand at evening shines but I skip too far ahead. There are seven masses, yes seven centers, and they follow as ordered on that day rising in descent as seen: Sin - Libat - Aria - Nirigh - Bil - Nbu - Shamish. The energy had risen full already erect and hidden above and coming down prolific, auspicious, virtuous, resplendent, and sublime. A thunderous heart red beats in triplets in key with the two directly above as jolted onward from nutritious bread intaken from below. The base appears hidden then to pussyfoot first above the crown but quickly finds its place but this half skips ahead and the former is late. When the root becomes exposed the crown and eye remain bright. Finally in full radiance only the First and Last remain visible:
Then those rings rise
invisible to the eyes
and set hidden out of sight
down under my horizon
the horns within The Eye
or some negative like turned on
end apparent combined
masses
all hell breaks loose and outspoken
is replication
into a base sexual vessel
like warriors thrusting ingested
Hey-Zeus circulated
that quickens the lucid frenzy
in lingua never heard
in screams seeking to climax
the imagination and the virgin shaman...
...lastly calm darkness only visible is the key wand that skipped a head in the mud already to rise again like bringing oxygen to his children: Saturn in the Djinn smoke shines like the tip lit of a Ziggurat in honor. And when Kiwan is finally gone a Paradise (as if this description hadn't fit a thousand times); the sea beasts once again rise all the way on the other side.
Anymore would describe a second day
the next day
of All Mother.
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