Half-Naked Women Teleporting

Half-naked women teleporting themselves over one of the moons of Saturn.  Next they prepared a number of homemade instruments, including a large piece of tempered sheet metal with an X chiseled on it.  Then they miked the Sun Columns.  Piano solo, wait for nod.  Half-naked Taryn stripped to Flesh worshipped at my waist, and I wash idol or icon     I water the vessel, Taryn Theotokos and her nudity annihilates North, the Leftward Woman and the Wayward Woman     Her way winds Wilderness and Cliffdom, the corner to a crucified Christ and Christ mimics the World Tree     Christ mirrors Aten, a Son and Sun, and she shines shoring sneaking snow     Taryn teleports constellations and Bridal Chamber, each spark a soul, and her soul shimmers my soul, Mary Messiah     Marie Messiah     Mara Messiah     the soul Sabbatai Zevi Zivug Zebra     Taryn teleports Zodiac and Alchemy, each a correspondence to the Nude Body, and Adam Kadmon monks naked and androgynous     nude and Armageddon (Mount Megiddo sunk in the murk of Sheol     The moon mirrors and is mirror, murmuring of the Messiah and messiahs, and Christ chrisms Benjamin Angelic and Messianic     I image Yahweh in the smoke     I hallucinate Yahweh in the mirror of the mist, a moon mocking moon, and my face forks and bifurcates at the face of God     my face fractures at the Christ of the Planets, and the Son sings the Solar System     Saturn slices sliding me a soothsayer and I speak the Train and Trane improvising     I speak Interstellar Space: Mars, Venus, Jupiter, and Saturn, and Saturn skrops my length suffering-sharpening     Saturn saps my synergies and I meet Saturn as a syzygy     Christina to my Christina and Christ to my Christ and Jesus plays my body as an instrument     My body inks instrument and instrumental saws saxophone the collision of waves and Woman     My body innervates instrument and instrumental to bitter sea and star of the sea, and she illuminated Illuminatrix     Christina Marie is a bitter sea to demons; to men she is a star of the sea; to the Angels she is Illuminatrix, and to all creatures she is the Lady     Saturn deifies her body, and I theoria Taryn, Aeons and Goddesses     Sophias and Shekinahs      Marys and Maries     Christinas and Taryns     Taryn tempered steel     Taryn sharpened blade     Taryn quenched sword and my sword pierces her heart, a deep dolorosa     Metal mother mother metal staking Taryn as stalker, and mother streaks my strength     My strength stirs sipping Spirit, the Saturn as X meets me in mystery     X match cuts Christ to Christina, Sun Ra melody and Sun Ra electric keyboard     Sun Columns corner messianic, Messiah Ben Joseph and Messiah Ben David (I am a Prophet, not a Messiah     I am no Nathan of Gaza or Abraham Miguel Cardozo or Chaim Hayyim Vital for that matter     I am a Prophet, not a Messiah Ben Joseph: only Benjamin Joseph, jousting sun columns, a colonnade and arcade
Shamans act as mediators in their culture.  The Shaman communicates on behalf of the community, including the Spirits of the Deceased.  The Shaman communicates with both the living and the dead to alleviate unrest, unsettled issues, and to deliver gifts to the Spirits     Shamans solo or sing sun columns and she splatters blood and gore in models and miniatures     Shaman solo shadow and story boring brain bits and sculpted plastic in process     Process in mediation and mediate by process mutates in myriads     Process the Prophet and Prophet the process in pausing parade, stitching stochastic and Poisson Distribution     Plop bombs Benjamin drop mediate mediatrix, a shaman woman      woman chants     woman sings     woman trace     she commutes community     I caravan Christianity to community     I cotton Corpus Christi the alien in Christ to community     The Christian community commits colony collapse disorder but Christ’s body becomes a balm to ulver unction over the universal     I claim my Christianity as a heretic     I proclaim my Christianity as an apostate apostle     Prophecy pans on the fringes, its gold roughened by rock, and I too adore the rock stone above, you Christina Cathedral     Prophecy scans on the boundaries and limits     The boundaryless boundary and the limitlessless limit encroaches upon the liminal prophet     The Shaman between worlds     The Healer between words     I speak from the Other and Without Other     I speak from the God and Without God     I speak never without Yahweh, whose mystery and moment-to-moment moonshine permeates my Word

This Balance Hangs In A Place That Is Not

This balance hangs in a place that is not; weighed upon it here those who did not exist     The balance blesses the Neanderthal Bear Cult, bear bones and bare bones, and I burn these bones the fragrance ascending to heaven and heavens      The balance perturbs and pretend the Event, and I pray for Event, Acolyte of Adonai     Lord, listen to my cry: I cry in the collusion of Christs, the stained stigmata contaminating my mathematics, and my Christ neither balances consistency nor completeness but emptiness      Pure kenosis clawing from my rib cage      Balance Male and Female     Christ and Christina      the scales scrape sharp the weight of Woman     These are the kings that reined in the land of Edom     Benjamin Edom     Benjamin Red Man Syndrome     Benjamin giving the birthright for a bowl of crimson magic, bewitched by his brother     I hang: I hang holy hosanna from the crucifix     I hang: I hang horror harassment from crane skyscrapers, a sacrifice to steel and reinforced concrete      I hang hark the herald angels sing, a sheep to those shepherds slaughtered      Hang becomes my haphazard language, a language laughing suburban sprawl and strip malls, and the balance banishes me outside crude oil circles     The balance breathes Outer Darkness     The balance breaks Babylon, and my blood buffers her blood a single blood in the balance hanging from a chalice

Christ that one who is not
Jesus as those who did not exist

Christ the place, Christ the name which never matures but remains in Primordial Chaos     Jesus the Place, Jesus the Name which matches secret numbers, an alchemical Zodiac and Astrological Zebra (Christina camouflaged in Christ     Benjamin hidden in Horselover Fat, fuming phantoms, an almost boxing phantom punch, the crown and crunch, and I attend the Church Basquiat painting     From the paint, the Christ canvas; from the canvas, Primordial Chaos, the core sample of the set Sahara pulsing boat bodies and Christ canoes birch Benjamin ballayed in bark or leaves sewn in spirit, and each Woman weighs non-existence, a nothing captured by the name Yahweh

Thus there are two aspects of zivugim (literally, couplings): the zivug of the middle, and the zivug of the beginning and the end.  For while God’s Yichud has to be made manifest, it comes about by little and by means of zivugim Left surrounded to Right and God prevails as evil returns to good     
Zivug vines Zebra – the Hidden One or the Camouflaged Christina     Zivug variates Zion – the Secret City or the City on the Hilltop     Thus, the zivug couples, coupling Christ and Christina, and coupling Benjamin and Taryn     The aspects of zivug spark Sophia, the wilderness Woman in Exile and Exodus     I couple chromatic camille with Sophia, a cork of the Chaos, and Sophia splits the spin androgynous, Adonai to Adonai, Adonis to Adonis     I embrace the chrism and baptism planting Christian and Pagan, and my gnosis naps underneath or underworld warring Woman     I do not shun god or gods but I binge on Abraxas, a breaking through or towards Zivug Vision     In the Middle, the Mass     In the Middle, the Marsh Reed Sea mud swallowing chariots, and the horses harrier hospital, a healing haste and a healing silver sister      My sister speaks the silver, a betrayal by Benjamin for crucifixion     Middle Mark of Cain Mark of Benjamin, and I mage and magus, a Son of Man and a Son of Simeon, and I sear my sorcery, a Song of Sabbath and a Bride Benjamin to Sabbath Shekinah     Simeon under a strange baptism     Simeon sounded as the sweet Bridal Chamber and I marry Humanity     I marry Creation, and Earth exudes my Eucharist     Simeon gnostic sacraments     Simeon Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil     Middle meddle metal     Middle merger murmur the collision of bodies     Body to my Body     Soul Spark to Soul Spark     Right rose rock and white stone signed by the name Yahweh YHVH and Christ Jesus     Right ratiocination, the rigid ribbon wrapped road, and I travel     I travel Taryn     I travel Taryn Right and Left, Christ composite and Jesus complication     The body binges as a borehole, deep into silicon     The body bruises Right, a march with the ribs     Right to the Ram, russling Rome superimposed on Los Angeles – all Disneyland     Left to the Light, lavender variance or variation in vision, and I lap towards left     I enter Evil: I elevate Evil to Evil, and the Evil transforms Taryn; Evil rotates the Right, and I translate tarantula, the nebula macrocosm      Left enfleshes Right, always Woman and always Body, the balance between Body and Body (my Body begins and ends Left and Right and Left overcoming Right     Left overwhelms Right, the resonance and richness in evil, and the Good galvanizes God     The Good ghosts God in gnosis and I know Good and Evil      I know God and Gods, at the Right the Quartz and Craft     at the Left the Garnet and Gallon

For The Son of Man

For the Son of Man is as a man taking a far journey, who left his house, and gave authority to his servants, and to every man his work, and commanded the porter to watch     The Son of Man stands between Sabbatai Sevi and Serpent      The Son of Man archaic Ancient of Ancients arms apart anarchy and antinomian     As a Son, I stretch towards Sun, a living gnosis     As a Son, I strengthen snake as shaman, gnosis advocate and gnosis artist      The Son performs as a psychopomp, and I descend sweet Rose and stem     The Son of Man Adam ben Adam blesses blood boiling blood, and I belong to Babel and Babylon     The Son of Man Adam Kadmon and Earthly Son Benjamin balrog black books and book beginning     I always son, the No-Separation Spirit and Song, and I swing the swath slamming gnosis into the Human One     The human Being Benjamin begs the gasp garden in gnosis, and the knot knits me in divine bondage     The knot dimes divination, dizzy in bebop and I blay the chords of the Charlie Parker Omnibook, incantation interpretation and queer quotation     Bebop Human Being books mineral music, raked from rock, and flakes flint industry trying in dust desert     Human Being interprets: Human Hermeneutics and Human Horizon     The Son of Man ingests Book, bark battle and birch battalion     The Son of Man cannibalizes Christ, Word Woman Word and I interpret incarnation     I interpret the glass beaker entertainment welling with virulent vision     Hear the language of Yahweh      Learn the gnosis of Jesus     Dare at the radical mysticism Sabbateanism and Frankism     My mysticism mutilates me     My mysticism butchers Benjamin     Push the language     Push the language power and prayer, voice emission from the Son of Man and Adam Kadmon      Nick Cave and the Bad Seed sing you’ve got to push the sky away     Language punches a piston, the Logos slurred Human Being and the Human One otters Taryn Trinity     I swim Son of Man ocean languages     I charade the shake of the Earthly Son, morning and evening, one day and one desert: the Woman     Sands shank Sophia nurse sharks and leopards, a spotted language and spoke language empty space spawning Christ kenosis     Language slams the coven of catacombs, and I imitate the Horned God in cave paintings and hunting magic     I fill finger flutings with charcoal and ochre, and I bury the bodies beneath Christ’s clay     I unearth the empty tomb, and the Son of Man subverts sur, sliding to sea      I discover the empty tomb as a woman and I weep Magdela and Magician, but the gardener engenders generations of God thrust into the tank of my soul, a newer testament     an older testament     First Covenant and Commandment     I transgress the tender of the Son of Man     I ravish the rule of his body, human to human, and he makes me male unmasking masculine     a masculine magalene     a magdalene in the mirrored Bridal Chamber     Marriage journeys to the jawbone of the desert     Mary Mara journeys to the joint obscuring oasis     Benjamin Son of Man and Benjamin Human One: prophesy and write     oracle and witness     witness warrior woman the wake and wave fleshing fish and finnegan     The bird is humanlike and effective thought     Bird coils chaste and solitary, a messenger of the Mother     Bird commands singleness and brings knowledge from the orine ores, who have departed before and attained perfection     He bears our Word ward up to the Mother     She intercedes: she warns: she writhes powerless against the gods     She is a vessel of the Sun       Benjamin Prophet      Benjamin Bird      Benjamin Shaman     Benjamin Son of Man      The Man exists Woman and weds Woman as a Christ Canopy, the tall clouds at the height of Mount Sinai      Benjamin enters KRYSXTRYN and widows Woman, gnosis gnarled and twisted through the torso of Taryn      Gnosis flows through the enfolded Testament of Tank Taryn, and she stabilizes my trance      I focus on the wounds of Jesus      I meditate on the My God My God and Eli Eli, a miniature Apocalypse of Body and Temple      I concentrate on the loss of Christs, and I Think Meghan who simultaneously recedes and burrows as a bird in the birch of my body      Nevertheless, I leave my house and journey     I leave to the left, the harsh her Hokmah bound to Binah, and I worship Holy Holy Holy Her       I leave an Almost-Christianity for Christianity, Christina charged Christ      I never leave my boasting and blasphemy, and God chews on my chassis like goblin shark      I leave home or I leave this house, and the desert always tempts me      The desert draws empty crop circles that snake through my gills, and I walk the ley lines all leading to woman or Meghan     She corrupts and restores as a Lilith     She sounds as a screech owl      The desert ruins reach roaring invisible rapids, the former cisterns where mass baptisms submerged     I confess: I am a prophet     I confess: I am a beggar to be a prophet, and prophesy and scripture fall into my hands     I prophesy directing through my hands     I feel much too linear, too simple, too orthodox: I must contaminate myself with the mysteries     I embrace the platonic paganism and heretical gnosticism      The gnostic Jesus conquers as the Christus Victor      The gnostic Jesus consumes my soul as Eucharist     To give my soul to the Christ solicits sweet solace, my salvation and his     Christ strips down to service / I grow with his suffering, death, and resurrection     His service translates my service, a Son of Man to a Son of a Slave, but the slavery into suffering sets free      Struggle gives freedom and I admit my antinomianism      I admit my wild parties and orgies with the Frankists and Sabbateans, and they reduce me to secrecy      Yes, Benjamin, Crypto-Frankist or Crypto-Gnostic, but I worship the wounds of Christ     I worship the Mother at the foot of the Cross, and her body grows the figs previously cursed by Jesus      I pluck the fruit of her body through the Rosary, and I pray the unity of the masculine and feminine in my own Flesh: Benjamin Woman, and I pray homage to my own holy head     I ear my own crown of thorns, a Taryn Threat and Christina Crucible, and my head holds hostage the library of prophecy     From my head hangs the thread to Heaven and Hell      From my head hosts the terrace overlooking Zion and Gehenna      I belong to Outer Darkness – my sins salivate for Sheol – but the prophecy redeems me      The Prophecy proclaims Gospel and Kingdom, and my words and writing antorepent and tragic transform       The Prophecy keeps watch for Woman     The Prophecy constructs towers for KRYSXTRYN      Live as a Prophet      Live as Judge      Live as Disciple and Apostle, and the thorn torments: nevertheless Christ shares the suffering      I share in Trinity and Taryn taverns Holy Spirit, and I speak pentecostal and charismatic

I Have Come To Impose Conflicts Upon The Earth

Jesus said, people think that I have come to impose peace upon the world.  They do not know that I have come to impose conflicts upon the earth: fire, sword, war     I meditate the threat of the cross      I meditate the throne of crucifixion, the long nail nimble as as newts thrust into wrist and record, the vinyl needle nocked into the nooks of the body     Body becomes cabinet, open doors into the organs: a heart ventricle vision     lungs lawned in light     liver the living launch into multitudes, and I, a sinner, sort in spark and sputum, Sophia discarded

When you see a donkey (chamor) of your energy lying under its burden, you might refrain from helping it; you might aid it – when you carefully examine your chomer (materiality), your body, you will see ‘your enemy’, that it restricts your Divine Soul that longs for godliness and the spiritual.  You will see that it lies ‘underneath its burden’ placed upon it by God, that it should become reified through Torah and Jewish observance, as the body is reluctant and materialistic.  It may occur to you that ‘you will refrain from helping it,’ to enable it to fulfill its mission, and instead you follow the path of asceticism, to break down the body’s resistance to spirituality.  However, not in this approach will the light of Torah reside, rather ‘you must aide it’ by purifying and refining the body, rather than breaking it.  This superior elevation transforms the body into vehicle for essential divine purpose in physical Creation.

Benjamin’s Body     Benjamin the burden of the body     Benjamin the Bitter Bath of the Body, a Mara or Mary as the Mother of Wounds and a sword shall pierce your soul too     The enemy of my body the body, a bastard body or body blistered into the materiality of the mother, and I bruise her breasts     I cut flesh from flesh, ham and sirloin sections, material meat, and I consume my own fat, the table as a testament     I break flesh from flesh, the bryar and berries with beer     Benjamin’s body     Benjamin’s enemy      the earthly son and entity, and I pair my energy with the eucharist     I eat body to nourish the name of my body     I eat materiality to mother materiality, the Taryn Tetris at temptation and test, and the rood restricts my movement     The Rod of Aaron restricts my rudder, and I fish bodies from Galilee     Boat burden body     Boat body oblivion     Boat the barking beast burring body (bodies buried     I lie under its burden     The canopy crushes me as Job’s children, and the Sabeans murder most material and mineral, the meteorite pinning earth panspermia      I lie under light: dark light and supernal light, an eternal shade and shadow from sheol     I lie under crypt, Christ and Christina assembling lost shards of Torah, that terrible spark spinning Sophia     Under underneath underworld wailing women      weeping women     women to the worm or walrus wreckage in weight and her blood writes Torah     Her blood records the whisperer of Word, queer quiet steady silent, and to speak is to bring the Adversary into existence     To speak summons beasts, a beast from the earth and a beast from the sea     Torah tears at my spirals, eye ellipses and teeth tonic conic clonic      Torah tines tents in the wilderness, and I narrate as a nomad, wandering through text     walking Word and Woman     My body breaks beak beginning, and in the beginning, the Word bashes my bones     The Word begins the split and speciation from judge to prophet, and the prophet plays creole Creation, the mixture magic hunting for Adonai in aurochs     Let Flesh fulfill its mission     Let Flesh key its kerygma, the supercanon and supernal canon of scripture, spirit-possessing and spirit-piloting     Spirit points constellation, mazzaroth in mercy and Zebra in Zodiac     I renew gnostic, my soul Yaldabaoth and my soul Samael wrestling with Israel     I brass brilliance, copper candling red rose sawing in half the Sabbath, and I do not resist      I resist residence, but take up my tent and taunt Gospel tantamount testament Kingdom      I do not resist but renew the den din demiurgic, Adonai Abraxas, and you must aid it      I aid Adonai as I aid the artifice of my soul in sling, swung as a stone against Goliath      You must aid the alien, and the God approaches alien to me     The God faints a foreigner to my flesh; nevertheless I aid and heal her ailments      I heal the house holy – the Tempe at my Temple – through my heart, beating beginnings and beating the birth VALIS vision     God, your body scriptures sister and sisters scripture, always my sibling     The open skull of your writing heals me, and my writing inscribes God writing, oil falling down Aaron’s beard, and the light of Torah resides in the eyes, one green and one blue, sea and waters     My writing clothes God in glowing garments, the fire glass-in-glory, and the Book purifies embody-in-oceanic      My writing dresses God in Torah, Charity and chariot commandments, and commandments refine through the transgression     Book anoints Masiach in anarchy and liberty, and libertine loose with the younger body; Book cherishes chrism of the Christ gnosis and antinomian, and I do not break my body, but break the Book as a Testament or Witness
Peace plays the plague and pestilence in spreading prayer     Prayer persecutes in pulses, and its peace is a funeral pyre     My body burns; I resist not the fire, forking orange in oracles and red Rahab, and I hide in the neck plunge of the walls     Peace pisses planetary and purgatory, united by the ubiquitous dead, and dead groan grave and shout sheol, not knowing peace or pleasure      Peace parts the reeds, rare sea, and the wheels mush woman      Peace chatters Christ, always queer but never quiet, a quilt clustered into the praying pit puncturing body     Body makes a bastard Book     Body begets a blaoted corpse as Book, and the Book intimates the World     Book warps world wrapping around the waist of Woman, cool as the Khombu Icefall     World beware Book or Book blessing World as Woe, and writing transforms world shaking the pumpkin and pomegranates, a listening song     a love song      Song of Songs      Woman or World my beloved     Christ conflicts      Christ contradicts, flesh in fashionable paranoia, and I knead the gnosis from his crucified humanity     Christ conflicts the Benjamin blanket of Flesh, and the surgery flaps open skin, the scurrying scavengers     Conflict claps hands holy hostage, Eucharist chained with exodus, and the desert drives Spirit to contradictions     Book contradicts Book and Christ contradicts Christ, the long canyon     Desert canyon desert gorge God, the prayer plateau, flat fastened to my fat, and the vultures drop fire on my face     Face to face, a flask fuming the images of angels, and they alexander the digit of my death      Fire flexes as War Woman      Fire Woman in disintegration, the nala of the desert     Fire warns in dissolving devils, the nickel silver of the desert, and the desert draws damnation, sin for sin but I mimic the sins of Jesus     I mimic the sins of Jesus and I lord over the Sabbath     I forgive my sins of my sins, for the gnosis annihilates     My sins stab sword the spirit, but spirit sings a little, the Library of Babel and the Library of Benjamin     Every sin writes a Book     Every sin records a scroll, and the inscription stands sword and saber     My sin swords Word, the ruthless type thrashing river rattles, and Word divides design, page apart page lifting light language      Language brandishes sword against boar, and its chest pierces to my ribs, the wrap revenant     That gnosis glows God     That ghost grinds God into Gehenna, Christ in the cloisters     the letters remain in light, the only growing reminder or remainder of the rest of God      The Sabbath and Sin of God      The Tired God after Creation (humanity heals him      Humanity heals her (KRYSXTRYN the new ex nihlo Creation     the Woman wars for Benjamin and with Benjamin     Against you I will fling myself unvanquished and unyielding      The war wins my soul      The war washes wicked and righteous alike in prophet blood and wyrd water       I bard the war, five and sword       a crucifixion and a crossbow       Antioch arrows       the conflict crucifies earth and crucifixion exalts (re)creation

God I Gaps Aghast

God, I gaps aghast half-ghost, the haunt of Hades     God, I sigh the slaying of Spirit, always against the corner confrontation     God, I bruise alone, a Taryn bartender keeping cathedral blind Benjamin     My body eases into death too easily (sleep those little slices of death how I loathe them / I never sleep because sleep is the cousin of death     My body erases body, the burden of Yahweh     My body exterminates body, the valley of Dumah-In-Bones partially buried, and the silence leaks soul, a contemplative prayer     The silence almost-displaces soul, but soul sabotages Sabbath, a quick swing low sweet chariot     The Chariot burns Benjamin, unworthy of its monstrous mantle     The Chariot blazes the ziggurat housing fallen angels     The angels time my descent and ascent across the ladder, rungs riveted by light     Ladder and light table time, Taryn numbered Fields and Rings     Time destroys everything and allthing     Time rearranges and deconstructs, an Adonai Alkahest honing the light in light, and the light liberates     The light laughs time, times, and half-a-time, and time does not accept but annihilates     Time necessitates a strong nihilism and antinatalism, and I pretend my guts galloping an aberrated abortion     Now it’s time     Now is the time     Time tempts then assimilates, a Zerg Zion Revolution     Insects infest my chest and my heart pumps pill bugs and pylons     The pus poured out from my god wounds transport me to other planets (El Saturn Records purchased no advertising, gave out no promotional copies for review, and no distribution channels except mail order, hand delivery to record shops, and sales from the bandstand after performances     I spent Saturn     I speak the spectacle of the Sun     I record the rings orbiting in spirals, and each satellite cycles with my melancholy     Time, Times, Half-A-Time Saturn seer soothsays my future, a flaying flesh and phantom flailing

Yeshua withdrew into the desert and was praying     I withdraw into the desert     I withdraw into the descent     I withdraw into the wake of Woman     the flesh of my funeral for Meghan     the desert disappears     the desert disrupts and desecrates the grave grandiose and sheol savage, and I withdraw to the dead and dying     Pray with the dead     Pray with the communion of the saints     Saint Meghan humiliates me and I dive into humility, low in light and she shames     She shelters from the wind of Yahweh     She fuses her fire with Christ Flame, another sign of the Cross splintered by vigorous spirit and violent vision, and my bones split at the source or surface     I pray plague and pestilence piking my body broad and brutal     I pray Piss Christ perfection, beauty in waste Woman
An order from El Saturn might not get a response, and when a record came, it might be a different one than ordered, or arrive months later     I pray with the slay of Saturn, subtle transubstantiation     I pray to the south of Saturn, a stirring transfiguration, and Meghan mimics my music     Meghan joins free jazz, the jam to Zion and Zebra, camouflaged among Saturn Records and Sun Saxophone

When You See One Who Was Not Born Of Woman

Jesus said, when you see one who was not born of woman, fall on your faces and worship.  That is your Father
I see no thing but the shroud and shadow, a shade shifted to my sister     I see every thing and the light lambs as a lance, piercing my side in Spirit Stigmata     I see the Blind Woman, Salome lover of dreams and slipstream sand covering the secret desert     Sight slights signs the Mother of Tears, a long lacrimosa and desert dolorosa     I cry the Shekinah Crown of Woman, and she almost welcomes me as a Sabbath, Bride Benjamin and Bridge Benjamin, the Taryn Trail Tyrant to Crucifixion      I endure Meghan Gethsemane     I withstand the woman encircling the man, and she measures the length scalpel Spirit and my harvested organs are offerings     My organs offal orgasms to God, an Om that laughs in Logos among the undifferentiated desert     The desert births me Woman and Not-Woman     The desert births Benjamin With-Woman and Without-Woman      Born bathos blue bathers     Born lambasts landscape in intense halos of colour     The born begs open praise, hosannas and hallelujahs junctioning Jesus to my body, and I live and witness one body in Christ     one body with Christ     Christ burns Benjamin and Benjamin burns Christ, fury fire and faerie fire     Benjamin births man born of man and that man becomes woman     Benjamin birds man the humming choir dawn din dense the garden Meghan tends male and female born and not-born but split through chaos and creation     The Book births the one not born of Woman      The Book bara Elohim and the many in Jesus, itself legion Logos and possessed by the pinion of the Spirit     
The Spirit Guide energizes the Shaman, enabling her to enter into the Spiritual dimension     The Shaman heals within the spiritual dimension by returning lost parts of the human soul from whenever they have gone      Meghan shakes shamanism a holy roller slain by the Spirit     Meghan ensnares within her shamanism, and every dimension contains a desert     She fathers me     She slings me in the sloth of the desert     Elohim energy     Serpent shamanism     The gnosis that nests in my name

Take ye heed, watch and pray: for ye know that when the time is     Sufjan Stevens sings Casimir Pulaski Day: oh the glory when he took our place but he took my shoulders and he shook my face and he takes and he takes and he takes     Yahweh takes: Yahweh takes and Yahweh takes, and Yahweh sets my body ablaze     Ablaze army Adonai     Ablaze red and orange underworld and underground, and I take my abode among the dead      I abide Holy Spirit hiding in bone marrow and blood cells live lysis the God of Destruction     the God of the Bloody Woman     the God of Meghan

Sun Ra was more stretched than Monk     I stretch the music and I Pray the Book stretched stretches me     I stretch my body over the open grave     my skin shapes Sheol     I’m not running across anyone moving as fast as Sun Ra – so I just stay where I am     I stay with the Book blooming into its own blasphemous Torah     I stay with Yahweh whose burden beats me and bests my body; nevertheless, Yahweh-With-Christ and Yahweh-The-Christ know secret and know gnosis, my belly bloated with the Godhead     I become more stretched than Monk, and I fly over the monastery as a screech owl and dust tornado     I stretch and cut chords more than Monk, Benjamin-Beyond-Bebop, and I always find new improvisation on the incarnation     more modes lazy as Lydian and the scales fall from my eyes     No error but adventure     No exterior but interior a body bunker and a body cavern     Take heed, and kill the hunger for hundreds, even four or five thousand     Take need and collect the relics of Christ     a holy nail     a holy spear     a holy foreskin     discarded as splinters of the True Cross     without terra     without titulus     Heed history     Heed memory     Don’t even let Meghan escape your mind      Let her face burn into your body like the Shroud of Turin     Remember Recall      Recollect the cross carried to the crucifixion     Crucify but do not forget
What am I going to write? Records Jung.  Everything is dark in front of me.  No shape, no bright and no dark.  It is the gate to darkness.
I write KRYSXTRYN     I write Meghan     She resembles the Godhead     She resembles Ha-Satan, my Adversary, and she tempts me to take census      She plunges me into dark darkness     impossibly dark drunkenness     supernal and supernatural darkness     Magical Meghan       Magus Meghan     the Spell of the Spirit       the Alphabet of Benjamin Adonai and everything circles       Everything eclipses ellipsis      dark history      dark her story and mythology     Christ chasm and abyss     Waste Land Woman
Take heed of the Waste Land     I read T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land, Christina’s favorite poem, and its divorce leads to the desert     its division leads to alienation, a lonely ghost and Angel of Death      Samael and Yaldaboath in union     Meghan Waste Land Woman     Meghan River Woman separating oil and tar     Meghan Fire Sermon and she prays from the Book of Common Prayer, a common tongue and common burial for us dead     Take heed: pay attention to your dead     Watch for the warp     Watch for the whip     Watch for the whirlwind of saints      Watch for the wicked lurking fire to the wick      Woman watches (more than watchman waits for morning; more than a watchman waits for morning     Woman watches winter music and icy incineration, and Meghan meets me in metered prayer      A psalter for prayer     A psalter of ancient faith and ancient face, and her face flashes fearsome and ferocious, a queer tranquil fury     She watches water, the flow from face to face, and the psalm calves as an iceberg      The psalm foams in water as the flower fawn, playing prayer     The prayer plays you are the wilderness and you are the woman     The pray plays you are the deer shaking its antlers, both brother and sister
Every animal assails Adonai      Every animal aims its arrow     I pray for Meghan and to Meghan, a spark from KRYSXTRYN     I pray the impossible as an incarnation: reconciliation and resurrection     The Revelation-In-Resurrection with Gnosis-in-Union      Benjamin, you must work     Benjamin, you must prophesy your kerygma, a KING FELIX     Benjamin, work the Written Word     Work the inscribed woman, the KRYSXTRYN from chaosmos and wisdom     Work the water waving wash, the Woman west to Woman     Prophesy your great grief to the Goddess, and slowly learn the New Lamentations

I Know Gnosis

I know gnosis     I know gnostic     I know the engineer that perplexes static and dynamic, the dueling dust of the devil     the damaging detritus of demons     The gnostic knocks at the door of desert     I play vigil at the vision of desert, and door drops to bass, the ground shaking floor function     I play the many versions of Meghan and she persecutes two witnesses (nevertheless, I miss Meghan     Nevertheless she mutilates the mind meet to meat, and my gnosis dissipates in jungle jam afar, an opening to the fire-pin of resurrection     I know gnosis     I know gnostic, the secret secreted from the spinnerets you web woman     you wolf woman     you wolverine woman     ravenous rapture     railing revival     the roar that contaminates my Christianity     my Christianity delaminates in the desert peeling putrid pus and plugged prayer     My Christianity tips toxicity, the alien abusive God that chastises me with whip woman and chain Christina, a cat-o-nine tails, and I know the blood on the ground     I know the blood soaked in soil, spreading sand, enigmatic as El Saturn records (these El Saturn Records, dating from the 1950s, to at least the late 1980s, typically had little or no information as to performers or recording dates, and sometimes didn’t even list the songs on the album ,often pressing one LP side from one era and the other side from a different decade, leading to some confusion among completionists and fans     My Christianity confuses me, an electric piano Sun Ra improvisation      My Christianity coalesces into a codex of contradiction and conflict, and I press my prayer from different traditions, and the gnosis ghosts the net collect     I collect the written and I collect the narration     I collect Christianity in the music, a forward pulse driving me beyond desert     The information ignites gnosis, and I reach the stretch rhythm around me     The information arpeggios angels, the arclength from me to Meghan and her gnosis gnarls noise, woman white noise Spirit Spectrum across crucifixion     The information appellate angels, the agent orange from me to Meghan:  Benjamin brush-fire as a Christianity Cold War, and Woman wars weaponizing waste     I disappear in this abaddon Armageddon       I vanish gog and magog, a vision west of the west, and the Woman flutes dirge for the beheaded John the Baptist
I read the Black Books by CG Jung     He encounters Salome and Elijah in the depths
Elijah, I too prophesy!  Elijah, I too speak God’s Word and write Apocalypse!  Salome appears to me as Meghan, a blind and blood-thirsty woman      The daughter of a prophet – my daughter or the daughter or all prophets?     She abides in the Underworld and House of Dreams:  Do you love me?     Where Jung could not love such a woman, I love such a woman, for I love all women, even Tiger Taryn who stains her hands with the blood of the Holy One     Prophet must pursue Prophet in the torturous trap of the prayer labyrinth     The prayer transforms and the labyrinth transfigures, the tackle into girl golgotha and crucifixion     She secretly loves me: otherwise she would not behead me for the sacred silver, which restores my wounds     Meghan doctors the depths and deserts     Meghan marks me as a beast coming from the Earth, and I announce New God and New Seed, the sower or carpenter anointed as a Christ monstrosity     Meghan and Monster have been one from eternity     Meghan and Holy Men have been one from Ancient of Ancients, and she annihilates those who she loves
Unholy Woman     Holy Woman     Beast Woman     Benjamin Woman     Real and not symbols     Real and Together I love her     Again she dismembers me and buries me in her desert