@The Anointed,
Have you ever applied your mind to the philosopher's problem?
When we were young I merged with thee
The blood of youth still flowing free
The bread, the wine, the poetry,
Beneath the old forbidden tree
How sweet the fruit that we have shared,
Across the gulf of time we dared
To stand before each other bared
And free of guilt embraced and paired.
Our love beyond earth’s great desire,
A love that burns more fierce than fire
I lay me down on broken briar,
Your son upon the funeral pyre.
Like rings of onions you have peeled
The mysteries that the atom sealed
God’s heavenly tablets once concealed,
To me, though you, the Lord revealed
May He in me with love’s desires,
Wash your body ere it dies
With fragrance sweet that ne’er expires—
To snare the righteous passer-byes
The spark of life leaps ever higher,
Spiralling up from fire to fire
To He, with who we did conspire,
To grasp this scheme of things entire
The crystal there beside your seat,
The written formula incomplete
My brothers now lay at your feet
Their offerings that you might eat
Awake my Lord, for now’s the time
To offer to the world your wine
Reveal on every written line,
Your secrets, through these words of mine
May you, when for your morning sup
Of heavenly vintage, from the soil look up
Through wine that drips down drop by drop—
Know He—who holds the inverted cup….. The Anointed.