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The Demiurge [numen] would gaze beneath, at the absolute darkness of its former albumen [aeon], by which aquatic creatures first agitated the cycles of creation and destruction; gaze over, at the shining shell [aeon] by which rapine talons scratched eternal figures; and noticing such distance among Mother [numen] and Father [numen] over the umbillical seed [aeon], eight of their arms would weave threads of silk as renewable as nether rope and imperishable as the firmament, so to fasten with a binding net the promised union of parents. Four winds spread the web over the face of the deep waters — with directions divided lest they tore the cosmos asunder —: the Archon whose nurturing breasts fed the harvesting calf [i]; the disrupting son who plunged with cold-blooded crawlers [u]; the lioness of fiery breath, whom | The Demiurge [numen] would gaze beneath, at the absolute darkness of its former albumen [aeon], by which aquatic creatures first agitated the cycles of creation and destruction; gaze over, at the shining shell [aeon] by which rapine talons scratched eternal figures; and noticing such distance among Mother [numen] and Father [numen] over the umbillical seed [aeon], eight of their arms would weave threads of silk as renewable as nether rope and imperishable as the firmament, so to fasten with a binding net the promised union of parents. Four winds spread the web over the face of the deep waters — with directions divided lest they tore the cosmos asunder —: the Archon whose nurturing breasts fed the harvesting calf [i]; the disrupting son who plunged with cold-blooded crawlers [u]; the lioness of fiery breath, whom springing flowers bend over to [o]; and the singing fowl, patriarch of nests in breezeful Summer [e]. To these the hermaphrodite had toned thunderly in architectonic decree: "My children, I tell you, and I tell you truly, our Mother's moons shall never escape the sea; our Father's suns shall never descend the zenith. So to revolt against nature and the very art: let there be strife. Red, rise each sunset; blue, blossom at dusk; day is white; black be night." | ||
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Between moisture and heat ... | Between moisture and heat ... | ||
fashioned the triangle and the square ... but no foundation ... in search of the pillars | |||
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