Four of Swords

This work is a collaboration between me and my friend Rainey.

Four flesh queer
quartet for sabbath
Four fleer queue
queen for saturn

Saturn orbits flint
the force of flesh
My flesh for four
the remaining rest

Sabbath rest
Seventh day rest
resting sfords
and swords

Swords slashes slays
fillets the flesh for rest
Forced sabbath
Necessary sabbath

To them I was dead
“I don’t even recognize them “
They said, all gazing
Teary eyed
At the empty shell of past self
Laid out
And painted like a doll
They sobbed and bid their fairwells
To what they thought was me
I was sleeping
Deep down
I was stirring
Like the sprout
That breaks open the seed
Like the sediment
Being crushed into precious stones
Like the first buds of spring
I was waiting
Growing
Changing
I would rise again
New and full of life
to them I was dead

Dead coffin and coiffer
Dead tomb and temple
Dead downing depths
Dead driving desert

Body lying dormant
Body hovering hibernation
Body swimming sleep
Body sleeping sword

Sword digs dunes
revival and resurrection
Sabbath returning
Saturn ascending

Solitarily four
Singulary transformed
Seed Sabbath sprouted
Flesh into fresh flowers

Semi-Sabbatical

Hello everyone.

As you know, I keep a pretty prolific schedule, posting 4-5 times a week of new material. I’m going to try and scale back and post 1-2 times a week instead. I’m also having trouble with formatting my new posts, so I have to figure out a new formatting technique.

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And Cursed is the Human

And cursed is the human the lion will eat, and the lion will become human
Cursed crypt catacomb cavern Christianity Cursed colonial imperial industrial Christianity Cursed cicada carcass coffin Christianity Cursed cemetery carver cremation Christianity Adonai ashes the ash sash showers Elohim murders martyrs minuet music box minions
Yahweh whip whistles chain to chin comprochicos children God guns giblets and gizzards oh-my-god guts the journey God glues grey goo grander gunk and I piss piano wire I shit window shutters to repel ghosts
Christianity corpses the center crayon of my body Christianity cups citizen and alien the crab Canon vision Christianity scrapes my skull to a scherzo Cursed Christianity curses the sap and soil, and I tend Taryn as a garden (a locked garden a sealed fountain my sister Christianity injures incarnation Christianity hunts human

Human hums hostile a hoarder Human exhumes ecclesiastes exegesis Human humbles a little lower than elohim, my genesis eisegesis Human humility milks millipedes for the millennium Insect sonata and white mass sundresses I imagine the incarnation as the magic chord and mystic chord, human harmony northern lights Aurora borealis Bear Benjamin, honey eater and human eater, human hockets in Mississippi mensuration I dream his desert body as Second Adam and Adam Kadmon, clear crescent to Krystal

The Empress

This work is a collaboration between myself and my friend Rainey

Empress feminine
Fine pomegranates
Woman of Apocalypse
Twelve Stars crowning

I dreamt
Wandering into a meadow
Sunlight gentle caressing my face
Bees and birds singing around me in harmony
Flowers and trees gently swaying
All calling me to the center

Empress pregnant
Births Benjamin
Son of Earth Adam
Mysterious Messiah

There she sat, robes splendid like
Morning glories at dawn
Eyes like pools of water, deep and mysterious
She carried herself like a cedar tree
Ancient, wise and sure

Empress exercises
Exalted Empire
Mother Materia
Mineral miraculous

She carried the force of both flowers blooming and the force of earth quakes in her frame
Her body curved like the hills
I felt safe in her presence
Her eyes bore into mine as I approached

Empress Eden
Conducts creation
Adonai Abundance
Mercurial magic

She moved her hand gently upward
A movement like a butterfly taking flight
And with that movement flowers spring out of the ground
Creation was hers
I fell to my knees
Bowing down
But she gently lifted my face up with her finger
Looking into my eyes she smiled
“My children bow to no one”

Empress Eva
Awakens Human
Bone of bone
Flesh of flesh

Then I woke up
Morning sun caressing my face
I felt my breath
Rise
And fall
Rise
And fall
In my chest and for a moment I felt like I carried the force of flowers and the force of earth quakes in my frame
With a movement like a butterfly taking flight
I got out of bed

Lion Loops the Pelican Name

Lion loops the pelican name and peacock number, an alchemists God gematria. Lion looms infinite thread, the machine mangle mercator mapping dream to drone: in drastic drop, the peregine falcon caught crochets my flesh Birds Benjamin Bench Benjamin. Bliss Benjamin pecked into perfect prayer penitent pain. My eyes ear eyelet and keyhole krystal, the lion keep, and lion birds bird the beehive volume my flesh vision formant fundamental fundamental animist and animal, Christ anarchy anarchist. The four gates of the four elements must all simultaneously be opened with four keys until the whole house is filled with light. The four borrows Benjamin an evangelist and I gospel Lion: I gospel ox and eagle swallowed by Lion, and lion gears the gatling gun grasping gates, the Fish Taryn and Bird Taryn alternating cassette tapes. Four borrows Flesh – my Flesh Benjamin flesh Horn flesh The hornbill bullet bill bowed at the gates, and gates gain God. Gates goad God Taryn, tested by Gideon. Gates grind the gospel into mummy powder and I consume Christ dust deviled Christina. The key coins Krystal clipping distortion: the key Krystal yes sodes smoke Yahweh. Key emerges from fish mouth and bird wing, Asia’s witching
(Witch whistle, Asia
Witch whimper crayon cascade
Witch whittle, Asia
Witch weather wrenching water)

God Slashes Open My Kidneys

God slashes open my kidneys and does not spare;
He pours out my gall on the ground.
He breaks me with breach upon breach;
He runs upon me like a warrior

God slashes and slices: God strikes and stabs. God skewers me and skins me open, a bloody drink offering.

God kills my kidneys: he culls my children. God crucifies and chains me to the cross, each nail an annihilation.

God pours out poison and pestilence: God pisses persecution. My gall glazes over in Gethsemane: my guts juicy joins the garden.

God breaks upon me with broken blessings: he binds me like a beast. The breach blasts and bombs: breach bursts blazing a brazen bull.

God runs through me as ruins: he razors my rest and reason. The warrior whips me into the wilderness: I wane in weeping.

Leaders Lack the Lady

Jesus said, If your leaders say to you, Look, the kingdom of heaven, then the birds of heaven will precede you.

Leaders lack the Lady who laughs light and lions light. Indeed, she is as a lion of light, a cat consuming children, and the children glow glory after consumption. Leaders mislead and they cannot nurse gnosis. Their healing half-heals, and the half-healing wounds doubly so. I say, look and listen and do not lose, but witness Woman as old wine, and drink her desserts. I say, live and love and do not lie, but keep the Kingdom as Krystal. Krystal kings and queens strange and queer, and her mystery muses and opens the Book of Benjamin. Benjamin belongs to Babylon, but she will redeem him. The Kingdom creates and from its chaos, the cross, and Kingdom always chooses its crossroads in the cross. Nail gnosis to its crossbeams: let the women weep at its feet. The birds of heaven precede me because they belong to heaven, and heaven hosts its holy. The birds become book leaves, and I collect the pigeon pages, binding bird and Woman. Woman binds the Book and Benjamin, a bridal chamber.

I Touch Taryn and Torah

And as touching the dead, that they rise: have ye not read in the book of Moses, how in the bush God spake unto him, saying, I am the God of Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob?

I touch Taryn and Torah, the scroll scrubbing abominations. I touch Temple and Tabernacle, a tent of Taryn, and she arrives watering my camels as Rebekah. Taryn Rebekah, Taryn Rahab, Taryn Ruth, all resembling my rib, but she rules rampant a ram over me. She sacrifices ram and bull over me, and I area the altar an arabesque. Her horns heal hosing blonde and blood, the burdening bloom. I touch the dead: I contact dead through Christ, the sheol of saints. The dead due days, the dare daze drilling dam, and I draw the dead. I draw the dead red resurrection and ascension, and they rise mystical rose and rider. They rise rosary and heraldry, charging chariots. I read the will and wilderness working dead-now-living. I read the book and basin beaching undead, Spirit-Flesh-on-Bones prophesying. They prophesy Christ and Christina: they prophesy Benjamin and Taryn. The burning bush brushes book, a corrosive boom, and I bard the book. I sing the psalms mother monody, and God gathers me to his bosom. God blesses me Benjamin a seed of Abraham by faith in Christ’s flesh, and I Israel with Israel in incarnation.

I Scribe the Summit

And one of the scribes came, and having heard them reasoning together, and perceiving that he had answered them well, asked him, Which is the first commandment of all?

I scribe the summit of shadow, and the shade harpoons and pierces the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Thorns crown the throne, and I descend Merkabah and Divine Mercy. I descend to the sign of the serpent, a viper vision of the vine, and the true vine fangs its venom into my flesh, a sharing incarnation. I harbor in hell frequently. I make haste to hades regularly. The devils become my daemons, and I speak salvation and reconciliation. The demons become my devotees and I speak apotheosis and apoctastasis. Christ clips their chains: Jesus cuts their cuffs. Creation groans towards the Godhead: the whole of creation waits with eagerness for the children of God to be revealed. The Revelation reaches to reason and perceives the prayers of the saints as incense, the fragrant float fleecing mist and dew in the desert. The desert commands the city: city commands monastic and anchor, an abundance of anointing oil for its converts.

Rather, The Kingdom is Inside You

Rather, the Kingdom is inside you and it is outside you.

Rather, I rule with my remnants and reservoir, the rich made poor and the poor made rich, and Christ always gestures in paradox and reversals. Rather, I rain resin resistance, a compact clay that spits at eyes and opens them. Open often and early the ox under the yoke of Yahweh, and I pull plowing in prayer female fields. The Kingdom keeps with Krystal, krill swallowed by Women Whales. The Kingdom kings kyrie confirming Krystal, and Kingdom concocts and concentrates crafty creatures, more subtle than any of the field. The field figures firm, a feast upon bronze beasts and brass feet spanning Tigris and Euphrates. Inside, the sister, and she snows show and shield: inside, the Spirit, and she drives into anchoritic desert. Outside, the Other, and God others my Other wholly, Woman breathing Woman and she loosens my binds and bonds, the bones burned to the Book.