Five Names

Assume the worst. The soul
has five names. Call them.

Call the soul by five
peculiar animals /
images.

A woman
with the head of a viper an-
other with no head. Heads and shoulders above
a third whose right angles
dream
a third order of
derision–

That’s one name. The three-fold disturbance
within the monadology of the psychoid.  A  bleeding—
staunchless, dirthward.
The vitiate world.
The pregnable.

On earth
the earth itself
projected.

That means the soul
is combined
of earthly
originals, earthly kinds
combine
to shake it up
or shake it down. Down and out,
all return
to elements, these
return to that
that pitched them forth. There is nothing
to it but its own
combinatory. When this goes
it is as though
it had never been. No. More than that.
No more than that. It
had never
been.

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Another
name’s
the moon. What’s on the moon? What’s
in
a soul. By any other
moon
mere
breath
passes
between us. 

But ON the moon, such
words as such
as we exchange
extenuate a universe
of passage, passing ON
words. On the other
side
of the moon, all
words are done.

[]

Sun.
Mind’s
force
contracts
intelligence. A small
disease
disturbs, conveys. All space and time so thoroughly
inspirited, commonality so heartily endowed, that
a singular portal, its tariff not unpaid, appears
as if
therein. But there is no “in.” Only
up
and down.

[]

Life
is its own
name. We have been traveling inward
up
AND
down
along an
exigent
carriageway.
The vital chariot
whose walls are flames
whose horses
draft
the mind along
wonted corridors
and avenues of beryl–bliss states
governed by teleologies no mind
convened–that chariot. 

This chariot itself comprises the other names.
These repeat themselves silently, endlessly,
as the vast wheels turn.

[]

The fifth name names no substance.
The fifth world turns no songs.
There is a point
and
as soon as that word’s out
the point recoils
returns
upon its own relief
and opens
homeword to what cannot NOT.
Eleutheria and Anangke, cleave.
No more than that.
No. More than that.
A marriage made in a place
Where all marriage is forgot.
Thalamus and Thelemite.
A king and queen alight on an empty throne.