Monday, April 9, 2018

2018 6/30

(35.) MARCHOSIAS. - The Thirty-fifth Spirit is Marchosias. He is a Great and Mighty Marquis, appearing at first in the Form of a Wolf18 having Gryphon’s Wings, and a Serpent’s Tail, and Vomiting Fire out of his mouth. But after a time, at the command of the Exorcist he putteth on the Shape of a Man. And he is a strong fighter. He was of the Order of Dominations. He governeth 30 Legions of Spirits. He told his Chief, who was Solomon, that after 1,200 years he had hopes to return unto the Seventh Throne. And his Seal is this, to be made and worn as a Lamen, etc.

kingdoms on the border of sleep,
fever-mapped vertiginous forests
and rivers that subdivide into endless deltas
endless, autumn hedgerow of spindle sticks and worm-eaten flutes
great stone head and monument of fire
crowd of stars reflected in a tar-black pool
lightening illuminated stone pillar, tower of bottles
each have their minor lord,
great,rain swollen midden of trenches and bloated bodies
fallen bridge, cracked road
forever burning house, empty city
and night in which the slow, ponderous things
scrape their heads on the firmament
where the red blood bell squats on the highway
where the buzz-saw lights rip the world open

great toothed mouth of a door
whirl of dying machines
in corridors lit by sputtering lights
the count of the 4 am hospital
the king of the all night bus stations
Marquis de Carabas, sharp clawed and full of whispers
among the wheatfields and empty train tracks
the ruined carnival, the warehouse of rotting crates
the faceless man, the cat with too many legs,
the eyes in the stairwell, white cat, dazed ox, black dog

attendant lords and petty nobility
of the court of hell,
of the wolf pits
of the knife edge between worlds
of the dark, rank chambers of my sleeping

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