The Pyramid Soul
The tides of Nu careen and tremble
Alive with splendid turbulence
No clairvoyant could glean a symbol
Or tell the time the surge relents
But as the virgin unity
Conceals the godly hands that guide
A point begins to hew between
And spark the primal act of Pride
The seed remains unflawed and whole
Asleep within the fertile soil
Yet still it dreams and longs for Soul
To see Ouroboros uncoil
Thus beast awakens to its own
With fangs to strike the hand that feeds
Its ears caressed by trumpets blown
Songs only heard by one who bleeds
Contraction is the looming winter
Of every summer's sweet embrace
The comfort soon begins to hinder
One's strivings to complete the race
And so at last the fire is taken
The mound looms tall above the deep
Mortality itself awakens
No longer thrall of godless sleep
Atop the newborn mountain's crest
The sun triumphantly ignites
The serpent, spurned by child's unrest
Stands ready to avenge the night
The falcon king of earth and sky
Spreads wings to lift the Will of Man
The age of Deed and Word is nigh
The future grasped by skillful Hand