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Dea
4 April 1962
The leeching vacuum of hard space Has sucked my tissues dry And left a little pile of dust Beneath the Gothic sky.
Mother Goddess, Queen of Space Virgin of the Caverned Deep Crone of Dark Death, Maiden bright Magnet of Thy Star-son’s leap
Thy longing pulls all worlds to Thee Upon the dark Space Sea. Intoxicated on our Blood Thy Soul sings fittingly.
Mother Goddess, Queen of Space Virgin of the Caverned Deep Crone of Dark Death, Maiden bright Magnet of Thy Star-son’s leap
Thy spirit of stability Moves on the altered Dark; The blood Thy Saints have bled for Thee Spills from Thy grail-fire Ark.
Mother Goddess, Queen of Space Virgin of the Caverned Deep Crone of Dark Death, Maiden bright Magnet of Thy Star-son’s leap
Thy crescent priestess, Lunar Star, Has met me on Thy path To guide my driving, homeward thrust And shield Thy Gorgon wrath.
Mother Goddess, Queen of Space Virgin of the Caverned Deep Crone of Dark Death, Maiden bright Magnet of Thy Star-son’s leap
Thy Beauty, drunken on our Blood And pregnant with our Death, Casts forth our soul-fire, born again As Stars before thy breath.
Mother Goddess, Queen of Space Virgin of the Caverned Deep Crone of Dark Death, Maiden bright Magnet of Thy Star-son’s leap
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