The Logos Stone

She-Chem is where the bones are

Those dry of marrow

Desiccated of spirit

Yet filled with an infinite treasury of possibilities

Khēmeia undergirds the Levant

It undergirds Kenya

Undergirds the cosmos

My unkempt kemp refuses to dive into the Dyer's vat

Too engrosed by the trails in the sky

Falling upon us like spears of plantago

Between shame and the name

I'm reluctant to embrace either chemotropic transformation

What if it's the wrong alchemy

Am I positioned on the correct Vegvisir path

Or is this a lean to the undesirable isotope

The spin makes me nauseous

How do I become one with the camel

Become free from this cold metalic needle

Scratching against the grain of a broken bloody record

And return to the golden thread

I just want to keep playing loop-da-loop

I just want to spin round with the Russian hula hoop

Remain embraced in the Bridal Chamber
 
Slain by Apollo's wine

Be unfolded like an ever flowering and ever youthful matryoshka

I know I'm condemned to choice

And I chose that it should be no other way

This is the drag of the ephod

It weighs on my heart
 
Like the foreskin dangling on Abraham
 
Sometimes what we need is a trusty companion

One who is capable of deciding for us

Chemistry is life

And the farm is alive with the beasts of Pashupati

We are cast together into the lottery

I fall into the bitter waters of Marah

Let wrath burn out like a short fuse

And sweetness become me

May Shankara ensure the outcome isn't a perpetual aggitation

But afinity, union and

BLISS