From: "Edward Moore" <monsieurtexteem-AT-hotmail.com>
Subject: The Nything
Date: Sat, 12 Jul 1997 20:45:12 PDT



                    Down a gravel path
                                     the astral body

                                     Into a well the dues are paid...

There is no limit then:

one can see the twin peaks of Sur,
or the domes of chapels
                          And touch them...

"Mounds" of grass shaped like T's...

And off the cliff rolls the endless ocean of red light --
the perimeter of exploding space


In the beginning...

Matter was condensed into a single BALL

The egg surrounded by not-light

          the nything

Fertilized by the white excretion of the Void...

It was filled  And it Burst!

The Vigorous Love Filled Matter
   (and it couldn't take it)

Every pore tasted the excretion

And it grew ill from divinity

   So it burst
   Ever powerful
   Female Principle...

The price is violence

endless expansion     dying

vulnerable  enigmatic  priesthood

 slain  by  a  tree  every  year

We    must    fertilize    the    universe

                                     *

But shit!  How can the Totality ever stop expanding?

Always surrounding the bursting egg...
gaining positive force,
momentum, from it -- HAVOC!

_Shit_ is right!  Someday the
cooled-down waste-product will
be ejected out of the anus of
the Entirety...

No more Poison, unnecessary supplement!


Death occurs when bursting matter stops throwing us,             pulling 
us along with it...

Our fragments, our mess left behind torments the bursting egg,

For we are of Light.



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