Kenosis: Our Father
(Mirror: Who Art in Ourselves) {Aquarius: Saturnalia}

From where I huddle
(confined in somewhat safer corners)
I can see the beast is rising:

Behold great Saturn,
(divine consumer of)
our mortal flesh and dreams –

          I praise him,
          (I pray he doesn't notice me)

          his lips engorged, vaginal,
          (forever wounded)

          {starving}

          foreclosing every banquet
          (far in advance)

          and filling all of Space
          (the anomaly of the Void)

Behold great Saturn,
(the sum of all that ever was)
consuming all that cannot be;

Behold great Saturn,
(the Hollow which Fulfills)
the Infinity of Naught.

          We are not but those who weep
          (to fill his vacant goblets)

          those whose flesh is preserved
          (in the vacuum of our lord)

          flesh of our flesh,
          (bone of our bone)

          the bones of the dead
          (ground to meal in his mouth)

          {word incarnate}

          we are each of us servants
          (to the word, the hunger)

          striving to trade places
          (with our master, Father’s Hunger)

          self-emptying, consuming
          (in the likeness of our maker)

          straining to hear
          (the echo ringing silent)

          the peal of rings struck
          (by pangs of endless hunger)

From where I stand
(confined in somewhat safer corners)
I can see the beast has risen:

Behold great Saturn,
(returning my mad stare)
flesh of my flesh

          {reflecting all that ever was
          and all that cannot be}

05/15/2010

Posted on 05/15/2010
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