The Burden Of Speech

Mystical poem written 1-16-25. Resonance 3.

0.
In the beginning was the Word,
And that Word was spoken,
Out of a burning love,
And in terrible pain

1.
Magick compels me,
Is what I want to say,
I have no choice,
Is what I want to say

But that’s not true,
And we all know it,
I asked for this,
A lifetime ago and more

I venerated all the saints,
And read all the prophets,
I swore to find my Will,
So that I could declare my Word

But now I am sore afraid,
For a great power beyond me,
Has come with great impatience,
And demanded that I listen 

2.
Why am I filled with fear,
At the thought of that alien Word?
Why do I shrink away,
From the fruits of my own Tree?

Why do I want to stop up my ears,
With bone white sealing wax,
And sew shut my lips,
With black diamond thread?

I did this to myself, you know,
I waved my arms and chanted,
I called up a beautiful daemon,
Who says all the right things

That charming gentleman,
Who always knows,
Just what I need to hear,
To keep me on mission

3.
That rough Beast that once slouched,
Towards Cairo to be born,
Showed us all the curse,
Of the one who dares speak

To be misheard and misrepresented,
To be repeated without wisdom,
To be the weapon of monsters,
And the watchword of the cruel

But a greater woe is promised,
To the one who would refuse,
To speak the Word,
And keep the faith

And after all, dearly beloved,
What else have I been doing,
With myself all these years,
If I don’t dare open up my mouth

And sing