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The Sign of the Sphinx
March 1961
For I was born in the sign of the Sphinx In the incandescent air With my serpent rod and my shining links And my halo haunted hair And I glide upon the Red Lion And ride him to his lair
Four kerubs guard the silent Sphinx Four pillars of the sky A God, a Beast, a Star, a Priest Four Angels, Adonai! But me they hid in the pyramid To die, but not to die
“To become a Sphinx one must be born a Sphinx” The Transformers did not lie And the pile of dust was burned to ash As the Angel wind passed by A Star was born in the Abyss From the Eye that is not “I”
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