Take words from the body, with the grammar in hand as your guide.
Sethos by your side, the Old Toad Woman by mine. Ancestor and guest, two pillars, two frames, one gate, an infinity of gates.
Where is the beginning? Where is the end?
None, a circle that spins forward through the stars, never ending, never beginning, always transforming, shape shifting, stretching, breaking, being reborn, circle become uncircle then circle once more.
Eleven Aats, 22 Letters, an infinity of points upon the map of quintessence.
What are yours? How do you speak? Write? Lip?
Sounds guttural and aerial, authocthonic and aethyrial both of the I that is both beginning and end.
You say, 1, 2, 3, 4 call the Devil to your Door, and find his horns upon your own crown, hoofs on your own feet, fire burning hot in your own belly.
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