The Magician Disappears

Always elsewhere in otherness 
Sheltered from the forfeiture of soul 
And only when an anchorite spurns the venefice 
Will he manumit what he has known 

Sombre is the walk to where no one awaits
As epektasis resumes in reflective soliloquium 
And true intellection illumines the narrow gate 
Yet found is the flesh impoverished ad infinitum 

The thaumaturge has purged to obtain pleroma 
Unburdened from all but his purpose for love
Aware the price of perspicacity is the weight of kenoma
And forbearance inherent if he remains with none 

Will I ever touch the effulgence of your face 
My magnalia unmasked as the equinox shone 
Amid vernal flowers unfurled an inviolable flame
Evincing my twin and sine qua non 
Yet I am anywhere but there or back in Atlantis 
Inside two became one, still the mountain remains 
As swans swim around through the fog and the rain 
I have longed to live, I live to long 

And if the sea should call my name 
Perhaps then I will have long let go
With wand in hand while I descend 
Knowing to you it Ain Soph Aur 
But not if we should meet again 
Now glimpsing Elysium I look back 
Before I walk on all alone 
Execrating the earth that keeps us delayed
With ambivalent tears of tetelestai 
But without dread of judgement nor regret 
Apotheosis beckons
And through the heavens I will soar