The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING MARSYAS. OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. Ay, but that reasoned thesis lacks The impact of reality. This vision is a battle-axe Splitting the skull. O pardon mel But my soul faints, my stomach sinks. Let me pass on! My being drinks The nectar-poison of the Sphinx. This is a bitter medicine! Black snare that I was taken inl How one may pass I hardly know. Maybe time never blots the track. Black, black, intolerably black] Go, spectre of the ages, go 1 Suffice it that I passed beyond. I found the secret of the bond Of thought to thought through countless years, Through many lives, in many spheres, Brought to a point the dark design Of this existence that is mine. I knew my secret. All I was I brought into the burning-glass, And all its focused light and heat Charred all I am. The rune's complete When allI shall öe flashes by Like a shadow on the sky. Then I dropped my reasoning. Vacant and accursed thing! 41