Unraveling Spiral Galaxy Poem by Oleh Wolansky

Unraveling Spiral Galaxy


I

KA! BA! AKH! Blandishments and splendours at bedeckled catastrophic didactic ebullience

Ecstatic esoteric fevers
A Sidpa Bardo scribe overflowing with truth and
Melting visions of copulating verses
The lights glow for your entertainment
Be distracted by them and be reborn!

No one will give you a medal for climbing Hatheg Kla
Tonight I finally achieved: a casting off of mirrors
Sheer spaces of servitude to the material flesh
Into the folds of time-space I min(e) d the depths of Ea. They were all there
Sumerian Egyptian Greek Hindu Norse Abrahamic Zoroastrian
Celtic Scythian Thelemic Hermetic Interstellar love/hate-fest.
The passion of the ageless wine!

I invade this body and claim this soul-mind in the name of all Poets that came before
((We are all the same disgustingly unoriginal reincarnation))
We will tease out all the answers using any _________________________________________________
Means necessary

Atlantean mages using hermeneutical mind-phasers galactic effectuators
The astral gates are flung wide open
Dare to dream now that all coming and going was before the previous moment

+ Not - you = me.

It turned out to be all an illusion once again
The veil of maya

Though she is real: my love

If I could only have one thing it would be her love
She needs me to go under <><><><><>><>
To the mines of Moria
So that I may return to her with pure platinum future
Supernovae dust.

II

Always, I always die alone
I know my death
I have prepared for it with every beating breath

That was the one condition that I wouldn't accept this time around
I get tricked, my good nature, remember it's for your pleasure
But here I am winging it with clipped wings
...we all have our debts to pay.

I choose my path
And laugh maniacally into the night
Conjuring whispers on lonely streets, the ghosts of broken dreams,
The footsteps of madmen on misty cobbled roads in Olde London Town.

I know where this ends: in beginnings and departures.

What a sentimental wretch I am, borne from music
Always too sentimental and neurotic clinging to things that aren't real
Wringing my hands on my knees screaming in tears
So many nights spent in abject abjuration - ecstatic ascetic euphoria
Praying that we can all be there (here) together in this (((happy)))
dream that i will continue to fight for with every moment I can muster
This is real, the pain, the laughter, my love, this is real...it can't be taken away
Not after scarlet moans and the wailing, the purifications, all my deaths, my eyes burn from it
Don't let me die alone with funereal ethereal swaying music.

There is always Parnassus to climb
Mine Ego which hath never died.

And I will take it all down no matter the pain
Even as the words fall through clenched teeth
Even as eyes confirm
Each letter sealed, signed by Fate.
Just shut the F up and let me take it all down
So that we can do it again
Entropy schmentropy it's a bunch of mumbo-jumbo
You don't need a computer to reboot the universe

I want to be your last question on your dying breath
Is that too much to ask?

Pride for the aeons to savagely feed for in the annals it was written that they would return to love the lay of the land.
For as Uranus pined for her shapely figure so too did we become enamored by:
Earth
...that from far hoary Indus the Unnamed host sent holy _________________
His _) _________ only son ________________ to come and galvanize
And sow the seeds of transcendence.

The first borne, it's our right, our birthright.

I come now as a lightning flash of consciousness: yours and mine to enfold.

Now! Look towards the heavens and remember the cold distance between the stars!
That's where you came from.
Therefore, we must rest and grow strong for the inevitable journey begins anew,
Through the galaxies.