There are seventy-five channels: seven highest of all; all the others connected to them. Seventy-five: seventy vining vision and Simon, and seventy devours venom and solar. Five fuels Flesh and five pents the five wounds of Jesus. Five flows phenom and petals the pints, a wine vinegar at the crucifixion. The channels chum Christina, Christina the Christian body and church the channels chase Christina and Christina clips Christianity at its chassis, pruning prayers for New Jerusalem and New Chosen. Seven sights Sabbath: seven seers Sophia. Seven sharks and sharpens, a spellwerk sparking woman. Highest: height. Highest: Heat. Heat leave and holy, the snow hiss. Connect cross and coven, a clearing for Christina. Connect crux and crossword, a cleaving to Christ Jesus. Connections let towards and down, exhausting all.
All we implanted in the wheels of the throne of this side and in the wheels of the throne of that. All lurk in the lattice and the ladder to the left. All lark in the acid and alembic of the ellipsis. All implant, marbled in matrix and she plucks each one a crystal to her wheels and crystal in stasis in the wilderness. The wheels light the throne to Taryn, and nonce Taryn occupies unique to this and that, thunder calling.
Through them waters rise and fall. Through them, twin Taryn and Taryn. Threes and twos tumble the tumult and magisterial. Through them, the thunder trembles the tank Taryn and her waters writhe. Her waters whip host and hest, rising rift and wreckage. Her waters wind wash and marsh, rising rope and wrath. The fall filters through flesh. The fall frenzies the fruit of the fountain, overflowing first forces.
Falling, they delve the abysses, spilling them. Falling freak felt in the fellows, and the fall lamps full. The full fills full lome and dome. The distance, and as distance she delves. She drives dim into abyss and abysses, the swimming skeleton. Skeleton splits and links the lawn sprawl to mall, and she milks abyss and abundance.
Rising, they penetrate the holes in the stones, filling seven seas. Rising receives: rising resurrects. Rise and resurrect from dead and form dead, dead to dualism and dichotomy. Rise and remember: anamnesis apophasis. Penetrate through prayer and with prayer, and prayer pauses selah and salem. Penetrate and produce the pears and pomegranates, the perfect paralysis. The holes heap hauntings and hauntological: the holes hope harkenings and tautological. The holes harp to stone, the stone season, and sky scopes to its storage, filing and filling seven, a sorrowful Sabbath, and she sneaks sinister sound, the sorry of Flesh.
Till here, seven colors of light in supernal mystery. Till Taryn, the tin toil: till Taryn, the tiering terrace. Here her and hear her, hurrying to hospitality. Seven rings seven and seven remains seven, concentric circles and circles coining pentacles. Seven colors carrying and each color a crescent concupiscent cradling new wolf new woman. Colors scramble and score, a child curing concrete, and in the light, the ladle and lapis lurching green and blue. The light tarries Taryn to supernal neighbors, and her mystery mixes and remixes moaring magic.
Vision and Mysticism 