The Moon Is a Lid

Whisper

“the moon is a lid the Black Sun is the mouth under it”

The Invocation

the moon is a lid
the Black Sun is the mouth under it
water learns to be floor
so the crossing can be counted
the snake does not hunt
it admits
chests line the throat
unopened lives
unspent names
the last chamber is glass
every pane a debt
one pane a throne
the Homunculus does not ask
he is already inside
the sentence already closed

The Seal

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the violet remains