The Crone of Ripe Old-Ageing

"The angel swung his sickle on the earth,
gathered its grapes and threw them into
the great wine-press of God's wrath." Rev 14:19
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The Crone of Ripe Old-Ageing.

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And so  the process of ageing ends,

life unfolded through immanence.

It narrows down as energy fades,

God's wine-press lies beside the grave.

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The wrath of God now has a meaning:

to press-forth the essence of its gleaning;

and thereby extract new-spirit of wine,

the fruit of my long-suffering vine.

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My decrepit life can no-longer diversify,

go out into the world, or multiply;

instead I give-up the struggle to remember;

libido into mortido I must surrender.

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Death's scythe descends upon my head,

the "harvest of angels" has come again;

to reap what this end-time brings,

the crop of my good and evil deeds.

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Into the wine-press I thus let go,

all my experience swept undertow;

back into oceanic consciousness,

crushed by a Crone's catabolic wrath.

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Yama, lord of death, has come!...

to take back what my life has spun;

nothing now seems to matter much,

except Love given, or held back.

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