As morning comes with some fool as the rain
the ancient of days writes a tune in his pain
in later retreats does the sun burn away
constricting the world into lays of the day
the belief of mundane, the reasons disfigured
create complex riddles within words undelivered
for reasoned support and subtle ideal
collapsing frontiers in this sense of our real
Hyram commands arcane arts and our conscience retreat
we stand as though nought within reasons defeat.
In light speed up the way that we see
we join in the tactfulness of real company
But if were not, not and nothing yet so
we change our constrictions as above, so below
would ancient belief fathom the last?
and cast out his dogma in charity past
defender of proof conspirator of fools
common denounce forge less useless tools
and if our found objects as art we succeed
we condition the light to observe caution's creed
Companions life to hide soon from this blight
and heretics burn our confusions aright
on the throne of the Queen we see the worship
apotheosis constrained for phantoms gloss kiss lip
and wandering lights give us threats all the more
to delight us and weaken the head round this door
from Bacon's brazen bright head to Paracelceus whore
we scrabble and scrape push our face to the floor
For weeping and debt are strained in our ears
as calamity beckons and sucks licensed fears
elements grace of four streams does she take
for crystal communion does not a crowd make
And secrets once lost do but once come about
and it is all for nothing if our joy do we shout
for secrets they are and so shall remain
a myth wrapped in a mystery within this domain
A Golden Bough of uncertained demand
a rough jointed circle now drawn in this sand
the king now defeated goes back to his life
his son, his oppressor now marries his wife
forgotten what fought for, forgotten what pain
in the reasons for light and the shine of bloodstain.
Beelzebub's tales to his Grandson or fraction between
give a right to this writing an excess of spleen
so believe mind afore matter in all that who say
in terms of this alchemy, where a will there's a way
so complex intent to content read text esoteric
andmasonic leave with much sympathetic
for to sound as this whale what you will soon understand
is that nature source ocean deep her own steep demand
and to understand all of this alchemist's right
you must stand yet alone in the lee of the night.
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