Seen through a glass, darkly.

brown wooden wheel on top of green grass

Giant wheel, the unpronounceable name at its face, 

and here is a version of law: mercury, sulfur, water, 

salt. Let there be life. Two serpents surround it.

One descends, another rises. Welcome, souls,

a watching sphinx greets. Now the four corners:

angel, eagle, lion, bull. Look, they are leaving.

It’s turning now, and now come the signs, and

now wonder, the magic behind you. 

Now darkness. Know this 

watching wait, the terror

a praise song, too. 

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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