The Holy "Ghost in the Machine."

 

My Self portrait with wick of the fallen Serpent.

"The outer darkness is a great Dragon whose tail

is in its mouth."  Jesus, Pistis Sophia, ch 126.

The Holy "Ghost in the Machine."

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Earthen Salt dissolves in the Ocean;

watery emotions distilled into Wine;

airy logic into Logos of eternal Bread;

holy fire into a Vision of shining Gold.

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We are Ghosts in biological machines,

how do we become immaterial Aliens?

For we are stuck, inside matter fallen,

in the Matrix like budding Reptilians!

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Mater, the Mother of primordial Chaos,

is a Dragon full of pregnant darkness;

in her I am coiled-up in matter tight,

a restless foETus ready to catch alight!

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The Ouroboros devours its own human,

the fiery wick of my self immolation;

the Ghost goes up in draconic Smoke,

distils Spirit for Intinction of the Host.

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And so ends the mythos of the Lamp,

burning its tongue to drain the swamp;

digesting elements till they're all gone,

the wick burns out, yet Gold shines on!