Al Khemia Beyond the womb of your counterpane Sun sets and �scrapers silhouette, Seven-Eleven neons respond to the nocturne; Narcoleptic seizure ceases and The spell of Hypnos slowly fades. Light the Spirit with a spirit lamp On an Egypt altar, Cook a votive to Kali and Sleek sacrificial steel � Tonight we Void! At this juncture: Stretch-dimple-push-dent-pink! - Puncture� The fresh flagged claret mingles with black poison In a chemical wedding within a high-tech airlock, Giving pause to ponder � if allowed. You know you hate what fills The place of love, Though to tweak and plunge Is to avoid detection. Oh, le plasir de la ritual! The habitual dilemma Of a Voider, an avoider. You swear it�s a door, nothing more � Just one way to go, So, let loose restraints - Let�s get on with this show� Stealthily, The cat burglar enters moonlit cells Creeping with light tread, in light shed By sirens and silver nightingale songs, Infiltrating with subtle stainless steel purpose. Suddenly! The suspect device is detected And simultaneously detonated: Diffusing iridescent rainbow waves Ultra-violent and infra-ready songbird varied hues Lost primate clues in close-up pixillated promises Radiate along the tracks of all lesser messages; Super-heating, beating, defeating and welding All time and space in synapse logic, To the terminus. And beyond. Clea Patra! Thea Patria Fame of the Father, Mistress of the coming flood A damned, dammed, divine seed Caught in a chalice of noble creed, Child of Isis, Goddess of man, Who art in Egypt Upper and Lower Forever and never Al Khemia! Nick, Winter 2000 Back - HOME Back - INDEX Sign CASUALTY BOOK |