At the Crescendo of Night
(reprinted with kind Permission from the Barbelo at
www.gnosticus.org)
As I Came to the Crescendo of Night, a Second Deluge
made a Stream into my Arid & Fallow Mind - as my Mind
is not of the Seasons, but Forever Embedded in a Dim &
Gloomy Fall.
I Welcome the Rain of Spring which our Lord hath
Given us! The Season where I can Dance with the Strophes
of Poetry & be so Full of Joy.
O Spring! I ask of thee to Sow the Seeds of Pleasant
Flowers in my Mind. I Promise to Reap my Mind Daily &
Harvest the Flowers in Felicity & Eternal Bliss.
Farewell Vexations & other Troubles!
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At the Crescendo of Night, I see Planets Orbit in a Sphere
not yet Known to Man.
Astrol! Peer through thy Astrolabe & thou shalt see
Nothing which thou mayest Comprehend.
This is my Divination!
O Night! I Bless thee! I Grant thee my Body as
Abode!
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