Orgonism

A silent earthquake.

Ripples along all senses
Invisible sirens spin astral beacons
Pull strings along the web of nerves.

Tighten the noose around the core.

Like sleep the vessels grow
Soaking in elysian juice and craving more
Invoking in the deep the source
of the glow.

Gentlest trembles flow like streams
With every breath resistance bleeds
Swoon turns flesh to lucid dreams
Of older spheres and the torrent feeds.

Through swelling ether a raptured lilt
Through throbbing flesh the neurons fly
Minds dissolve in wanton tilt
Like angels falling from the sky.

In Daath I emerge.

Limitless, trailing light as mere shadow
In Chokmah I enter
In Tiphareth I strike.

Secreting pulses
Nectar of the gods.

In Kether I abide
Source of the glow.

Parallels merge in purity
Into a center of gravity
A hungry singularity
Gathered and harvested, never attached.

As the pull of dark matter
Bends the stars with unseen hands
My spark sets creation in motion
From humblest cell to grandest lord.

Amygdala beckons to the dance
Which fear itself abhors.

Where there was nothing
Now want is pulsing
The lie of self exposed as the joke it is
From primal urge and quantum foam and hungry vacuum
A dimension is born.

Free-flowing fields awaken orgiastically.

Earth themselves as untouchable shadow.

Love Under Will propels the vessel
The temporary weave in the fabric of worlds that is I.

Orgonism
I
Organasm.

Massless bliss - oxytoxic tachyons
Endowed in ubiquity
Cannot be dragged into the subluminal swamp
The blind observer reduced to a toy.

Riding the pulse to where alpha and omega meet
Spectres gather at the fringe of incarnation
Accelerate to escape velocity
Momentum, take us to the other side of life.

Die
Orgonism
Die
Organasm.