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From Hell
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From Hell
The dissection of time,
Meat décor, Exorcism in blood.
The Carving of forbidden words on clean flesh pages.
There floats a phantom of the slum’s foul air,
Shaping to eyes which have the gift of seeing,
Into the spectre of that loathy lair,
Red handed, ruthless, furtive, unerect,
‘tis murderous crime.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed
Gods and beasts, that is what our world is made of.
What is the Fourth Dimension?
There is a tunnel
There is a movement out of dark and into brilliance.
Light, Ecstasy, the Sun.
I hover on the brink of form, inchoate and ethereal, filled with a fierce exultant joy
A pelting thunderhead of murder
Below the skin of history are London’s veins that pulse and glisten with significance.
I am that energy that meaning.
I am fire.
Some force ahead draws me on, a massive power that calls to me.
An invisible curve rising through the centuries.
I rise up hungry through the night towards a naked moon.
Set free from flesh, a fearful stat in mankind’s inner firmament.
Up. Up out of the lunar and unconscious sphere where are both masterpiece and murder,
Up towards a higher light.
Cold stone sips it’s offering.
Steam lifts from off the blood into chill air.
I am rising.
I can feel the tug of my ascension;
My becoming.
I go up into the sacred.
I go up into the gold.
Where they wait for me.
Oh, Sweet masters.
Masters I come among you.
Up into the sheer brilliance,
The gold
I am that energy, that meaning.
Up into the sacred
Into the gold
The sheer brilliance
I am that energy
I am fire.
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