The Unicorn

I saw the god Harpocrates

Stride forth into the glow

Of cloud bank suns, whole galaxies

Their stars like drifting snow

I saw the wide eternities

Of dust stars sift and flow.

 

O Lady Ishtar lift the bowl

And drain the Life that is our Blood

O Wine, Illusion of the Soul,

Be Nectar of the living flood!

 

O hollow god Harpocrates

Writ large upon the rift

Of space-time continuities

Thy bloodless Saints adrift

Between the walled realities

Have felt the space tide’s lift!

 

O Lady Ishtar lift the bowl

And drain the Life that is our Blood

O Wine, Illusion of the Soul,

Be Nectar of the living flood!

— Grady L. McMurtry
5/18/61 & 6/11/61

Note: Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, March 1996.