gyre gyre gyre
your great white hungers drowning
a long dark sleep
constantly hovering in you
between your cyclical comings and goings
fracturing and refracturing
cracking and sealing and cracking again
as if pain were music
katabasis anabasis
katabasis, anabasis
katabasis; anabasis
interrupted by growing silences
fermatas become stigmatas
our stains spread
pale ouroboros’ circumambulation
your wound’s been found
no grail can heal it, no philosopher stone can fill it
once a hole just big enough to breathe through but not enough to escape
now a deep well
soon a sea within a sea
each exhalation is bigger than the last inhalation
this can’t continue
this desecrated benediction
transpiration, evaporation, condensation, precipitation, sublimation
the ragged skin pulls loose sheds and falls unbearable
once
apeiron
capable of gestating infinity
silent until you cracked
flat until you buckled
what you caught you rarely released
from your crushing embraces
now
your grip’s too weak to hang on
if voids could scream
disintegrated
our light’s occulted
a dark alchemy of evil perspires
nigredo melanosis blackness
undifferentiated unawareness
the ever-deepening descent into the unconscious
melancholia’s moment of maximum despair
a painful growing awareness of the shadow
waiting for a sudden illumination from above
escalating confrontations standstills indecisions inactions
numbing hysteria
dead balance
albedo leucosis whiteness
wash away our impurities
enlighten our prima materia
always divided by two opposing principles in all ways
anima animus
anima animus
anima animus
unity of opposites
non-duality
coagulated
the end of the lesser work, spiritualizing the body, never comes
our poison’s too great
too much, too fast, too strong, too hot
paradise stays lost
cinitras xanthosis yellowness
transmute silver into gold
bite down hard, swallow your riches, and kill us all
there’ll be no emergence of the solar light
no rising of the golden dawn
no rendering the reflective lunar light unnecessary
soon it will all be unnecessary
rubedo iosis redness
whiten the red and redden the white
rose, blood, red robe, king
the raven births a dove bursts a phoenix
all consumed by fire
this reddening process stillborn
the one we hoped could never be reversed
was never fully initiated
our true nature’s not what we thought it was
reunification’s impossible
there will be no alchemical salvation
only catastrophe
another deluge is coming
this time of our own making
i see your skin’s thinning rapidly
something’s opened up in you
and the gap keeps widening
the skull cap of the world comes off
the great work is undone
this is our magnum opus
turning stasis into metastasis