my faith

old withered lily

hoar bitten roughage

goddess of earthen coverage

i have laid down

this book of revelation

in proportion to my prostitution

ever holy, yay

or nay

it doesn't matter

you are forever young

and multiplicated

in idealism

the worker desires emancipation

so too you desire death

the blood spilt of temper good or ill

Babalon is that you

staring down the stones

and lily-white dew

my own shadow

daily wakened by two moons

torn between visions

multifaceted

many meanings

many doors leaving

many silver ferns are burning

womb lady of the spectral gown

maud gonne! my own!!!

the many past babalons

the menstrual vein of spirit pulsing

hearkens to darkness enriched

may i be wretched forever

ay turning my ear to the wicked

they have voices too

but in your presence blessed

oh,so blessed

I need an answer

maiden

make me commited

to vast libraries knowledge centred

in manuscript written transcendence

some dark cave

some abbey i have drifted

Tolstoy living driven by our lust

this Abbotsford, my unholy dark cathedral

under the poles the antipodes

gives me such thrills

but i want to be alone

thinking of you

forever

as i will

do what thou wilt is the whole of the law

love is the law love under will

❤️