4o
OLYMPAS.
THE EQUINOX
There's no such doom in Destiny‘s
Harvest of horror.
The white fount
Of speech is stifled at its source.
Know, the sane spirit keeps its course
By this, that everything it thinks
Hath causal or contingent links.
Destroy them, and destroy the mind!
Ο bestial, bottomless, and blind
Black pit of all insanity!
The adept must make his way to thee]
This is the end of all our pain,
The dissolution of the brain I
For 101 in this no mortar sticks ;
Down comes the house~a hail of bricks!
The sense of all I hear is drowned ;
Tap, tap, isolated sound,
Patters, clatters, batters, chatters,
Tap, tap, tap, and nothing matters!
Senseless hallucinations roll
Across the curtain of the soul.
Each ripple on the river seems
The madness 013 maniac’s dreams!
50 in the self no memory-chain
Or causal wisp to bind the straws
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The Self disrupted!
Blank, insane,
Both of existence and of laws,
The Ego and the Universe
Fall to one black chaotic curse.
So ends philosophy’s inquiry :
“ Summa scientia nihil scire."