As I begin to feast, as I begin
to eat myself,
the magnus opus proceeds
as I’m twisting through the endless knot
My mandala, my universe,
my everything is,
it’s only me
Making a fool of a periodic chart.
When the phoenix rises
the rope has turned,
And what tasks I’ll begin
Eternal return.
I’ve no need for eyes,
for its my track I follow,
I’ve no need for my ears,
for words in books can bear no fears
in me, as I eat myself,
proceeding until, I’m done
with myself until, the next meal.
I need only my mouth.
I seek no-one but me.
Garden Path 