Note: I’m doing a working that’s involving writing poems. You can read more of what I’ve worked by clicking the poetry tag. There are two things (technically 3) encoded in these poems, which I will reveal at the end of the working; if all goes well, I should put out three poems a day for the next week or so. If you think you’ve figured it out, DM me on Twitter and I’ll confirm if you’re right. Anyway on to more of my little poems.
It’s not right to say that I
Am locked in a battle, but that I cure
The wilderness lurking within the
Beast. Its roars and snarls hide tears,
Tears of longing to be set free, of
Unconcious suffering. I take hold of the
Maw of my patient, and feel his heartsick
It does not resist, yet I am filled with dread when
His teeth come into full view. My task, I
Suppose, is to tame the untameable. I come
To understand my target is more near
Than this beast. With each I tame, they
Teach me the way that I shall
Still my nerves and make my true self sing.
Gnosis is my lantern, a bright white
Light leading me in the abyss. Are
These days spent in solitude my
Penance, or are my hands
On the wheel driving to Babalon. As
I work my way forward, I see the
Exit to my solitude, adorned in snowdrops.
But it is in the distance and I am still draped in the swart
Silk of darkness. Many still are
The days left in my trip, my
Weary but wizened fingers
Hiding knowing as
Fossils in clay.
Four guardians emerge from dark,
Each one a piece of the grand play that is
Existence. They guide your and my
Future, but don’t determine it. To frown
At their moves is as foolish as
Spitting in the rain or shouting at the
Wind. Just as midnight,
Despite how ill or fair
It is found, will always come, so to is
The turn of fates inevitable. If it is not to my
Liking, it hardly raises even a brow
For them. And if I see their moves as
A boon, it also matters not, as the
Wheel of Fortune will turn another day.
Nick the Melaninated Magician
Nick AKA The Melaninated Magickian (They/Them) is a Thelemite and explorer of existence. They write observations about High Strangeness, Occultisms, and how those things intersect with race, gender, disability, and other social identities on their blog and on Twitter. In their normie work, they are a professional DEI practitioner, avid film watcher, and home cook.