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The Unicorn
18 May 1961 & 11 June 1961
I saw the god Harpocrates Stride forth into the glow Of cloud bank suns, whole galaxies Their stars like drifting snow I saw the wide eternities Of dust stars sift and flow.
O Lady Ishtar lift the bowl And drain the Life that is our Blood O Wine, Illusion of the Soul, Be Nectar of the living flood!
O hollow god Harpocrates Writ large upon the rift Of space-time continuities Thy bloodless Saints adrift Between the walled realities Have felt the space tide’s lift!
O Lady Ishtar lift the bowl And drain the Life that is our Blood O Wine, Illusion of the Soul, Be Nectar of the living flood!
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