Set Speaks!

I’ll cut you up
  or down
you’ll lie down
 in a puddle
  of your own pieces
waiting for the horses
to make a magical pass above the fragments
of your nature   find
   all of them
 however randomly distributed
               among the sundry
   attitudes and thought forms
                  that distracted you
these horses fly out from the fingers of the magus as he
adapts himself to his post as
Director of Operations in your mind
did you think it was your own
 intelligence that organized this universe?
 gave direction to each movement of the
   practice and the flows
rising from hidden frozen stuck spots
longtime dead or numb terrain
   the body is the earth
  and whole populations lie in
    mortuary slumber
they don’t even know they are waiting for anything
    but every dream
          contains a whistle
   and when the magus blows it
some fragment of your being awakens
 just long enough to flash upon the whole
   from which it long ago had blown away . . .