Poetry / Electricity

Cook me in a bath,
Full of electricity,
Until a dove comes out of nowhere,
And from my groin there grows a tree.

Withered symbols for my Eve.
It is her destined mortificatio,
That a skull should sit beside her,
As she eats her poison solo.

Take Adam as the pierce’d One:
With arbor Philosophica.
He is Stabbed by Mercurius,
He is from Miscellanea d’alchimia.

Electricity in silenced process.
It’s pedestal is the Earth.
A stream of black water flows,
To Atlases that support.

Red lions bleed red blood,
That flows into the sea.
Because the sea must be coloured,
As if it were Electricity.

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