Yod of Malcut

Yod of Malcut

A Poem by Nick Granger

Unfurrowed

This brain into perfect orb

 

These offspring seek only to furrow

Unlicensed

 

These vampiric ejaculations

Offspring

     seeking only to arise

 

Unknown

The source of what is called life

 

This offspring does not arise

     from the mystic

 

Unborn

Into the worlds

All at once

 

This offspring stinks-

     like Bodhidharma's right hand

 

 

[This is for public viewing, though not to be of profit to anyone but myself.]

© 2009 Nick Granger


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Added on July 25, 2009
Last Updated on July 29, 2009