Apocalypse

Sacrifice to the Roman fire-God, Vulcan. (Picture source unknown)

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Apocalypse.

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Few mortals can survive his wrath, and withstand

the incandescent breath of the immortal Vulcan.

The "violent wind" of his holy spiration

blows on my brow an apocalyptic revelation.

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Having philosophized my ego to the void-like abyss,

I take the quantum leap into higher Awareness.

Will Christ's divine chariot save my fall?...

I allow the gap between thoughts to widen abysmal.

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At absolute Zero glistens the golden-crowned One;

his wholographic Presence in a mightier KingDome.

This Realm on high, and its Ruler everywhere inside,

is the quantum Cathedral of an uncreate Mind.

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Seeming emptiness of SpAce, buddhistic Sunyata,

contains the solitary Soul, the ascetic-like Master.

The Ace in SpAce is the universal SkyWalker;

the archetypal grand-Being; the Ancestor of all.

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So, you are the Monster, the Godzilla I fear;

the Alien in SpAce, the Stranger so near;

the Hound of Heaven's heave, breathing down my neck;

the "Black Dog" depression, the Scythe of darkness.

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You are the Luciferic Light of a sun-like Christ;

the burning One, Agni; Rome's Vulcan ignite;

the alchemical Black Sun, Sol Niger, death-Star divine;

the Ra-like Raven, in the Valley of the Shadow, ashine.

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