Inside, reaching deeply
Not down, up or out, but rather
Casting inward, humbly, into the flesh
A silent Aeon, emerging gently by starlight
Revolution comes in a deserted place in a way
Never before attempted nor dreamt of, not even by
Apollo or Thor, Kali or Hera nor any hero
Transcending not to win but to lose
Instead of receding, pursues
Our love, a helpless babe
Noël, Noël, Noël
“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.
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