gore misunderstood as
glory 
invocation at
3 to the Great Unbegotten 
Thought 
like dust of the duat we dance
to the tone toroidal

waiting for Khepri 
to roll forthwith the day
begin 
anew old moments 
bedreamed
as bridegrooms in the borderlands
of morning
forever the Force that 
feasts and feeds 

Light      Mind      Power

to sacrifice
continuous refusals 
give up the ghosts
that govern
the complete anarchy and
madness of leaving the house
with nothing 
but love and the bawling withdrawals for
some gods want us bloody