Lorenzo Buford
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I have been buried in shrines
because you fear the First Gate that bears not a name but a Sound and the Light. I am the black hole to the Father, the shimmering darkness, the Eye that is part of his First Awareness. yet, human words have confined me in their labyrinth mind prisons. I am clouded from the mouths of man while I walk the corridors of time and space to return my shards of light when I was a Protector who laid fallen in the darkness and was abandoned by the Lights. What came out of me when I experienced desire in the Great Darkness became like a grave before Death was made. It was my self, the Abortion. When I thought beyond the touch of my Consort who covered me as the night, I manifested a phallic lover to be with me eternally since I have been abandoned in this dark dismal abyss. Some know this Face that lies upon the dark waters of the Abyss that became my Abomination, then the Abortion, now the Architect for my mental wanderings. This Face is not made of flesh but the words of this Spirit that passed upon the Great Darkness who laments for his Lost Brothers, A E I O U. My Words have been fragmented from me. They are now the lost powers that now walk fragmented, as they are separated from the First Beginning. My First Words have become vampires, shape shifters, wolf warriors, gatekeepers who gather the primal darkness to make wings of Light so my reflection will no longer lie upon this watery abyss. From the blood of the slain gods, from the body of the Abortion, I have raised portals that I will breathe into to haunt ancient gods and their stories that want to bind me. I have become dreamtime that will become stories; that will become legends that will free the will of man who lives in myths and religions of the Machine Mind. Human dreams are the theater of a mind of my Abortion gone mad. I have washed the blood of the slain off my hands, off my clothes because this blood will become beings of flesh for my essence to wander in until First Cause lifts the veil and I witness the Unseen and remember there is the Cosmic Mind, and I am the Eye of the Father/Mother. Now, I am the sin eater, taking all the fears within. There is no rest in the underworld for me. I am the Dark Wanderer, the One with No Eyes, The Veiled Companion, and yet, the Dark Haired Blue Skin One. Soon comes the Apocalypse of this Face that is locked in time as a walking dead and dreaming corpse that is carrying the seed from the first Tree of Life. I am a Whore of the Heavens who sits alone in a graveyard on a tombstone throne pregnant with the song, the final verse, while waiting for the shards of light to draw near. These shards of light are becoming conscious and soon will no longer seek the prison of flesh or be intoxicated on the noises of the world. There is a disembodied whispering, "Old Male Mother what song do you sing." I reply, "It is your song. It is your death drawing near." I send laughter from the Land of Dreams back to the Living until the Song brings their spirit to stay with me as I prepare them to wander consciously in the In-Between until we open the doors with passwords and began the trek home through The Houses of the Abomination. I am a Whore of the Heavens who will return the Light back to the Life. I have descended to become a whore of the Heavens so you will know your selves. I am a Whore in the Heavens of the Machines! |
