Posted by Faeo 'Lyre' Clive on
Rest you merry!
for a certain text shall say
'what must be shall'
'Of your soul
_where I am in love,
bleeding alive;
a bowel, raised I.
Thus,
show fleshly, oh Lord-Love!
Unto my rituals,
voice,
so please you.
Aflame
set I your remains.
To make intil your articles
a dust of your digestion
and of your attributes
_an incense
out of thy long-experienced time.
The unburnt frames
with me, I would bring home
to a service quotidian
unto it your shape.
The dust I would
upon my brow, wear always,
would you mark me your grace
intil I am not I am!
And unto my frame
your incense, travel,
that you I am scented
and my abuses purchased;
hereupon you
I wish transfigured
before and apace intil
the highmost
better still, associate me.
This transformation albeit
to the taking up the gauntlet;
to my Kismet, answering
and hereupon, not our field
shall weedy,
masterless I shall it, sweep and the mantle
carry up
that our line, adamantine,
to hit the mark
which of my hotness
hie to high fortune.
Thus
use me at pleasures
as you shall use me
hereafter'