Through these sleeping bodies
tireless souls awaken
Corporeal ideas into extended flesh
While the stammering physical extension
of what would be a most excellent and as it must,
abiding perfect theme
from a transcendent eternal picture in the Mind
incarnates its beauty
within a finite darkness!
Strange, yet like a heavy sap filling the mortal nostrils with a thick and balmy smell. The Earth with all its successive sediments, cradled inside diverse & unending caverns, steeps the pretty spirit in a colorless invincible tincture.
The Sun and the Moon in mouvement
vorticing, their perpetual motions orbiting
thence mechanically combining
Issuing from the deep drafts
that our secret cerebral marrow might engender!
What is it of Nobility? Wandering away clothed in a fine leather sheath, far from its Homeland?
Like an invisible sea but seeable, frothing, conscious of its own Grand Illusion, when organic fibres retreat, bursting their entrenched briny arms back aloft, into their original Eternal environment?
Only great and simple souls have known this Metaphysical ordeal :
« to be born within an animal & corporeal confining barrier
released at initiatic Death like some
formerly encapsulated and encompassed gaseous furnace
filled with a mobile & perfect perception
To return to the Eye-lit Stars
against which the black unfathomable firmament
Can never have any Final Victory! »