(06/??/1961) The Child

The Child
Around, around, the circling Hound
Around, around He goes
A zero ground, the Hound has found
A land No Body knows
Around, around the Hound has clowned
Enquiring through his gnose.

Around, around, the troubadour
Walks on the precipice
The crocodile and tiger war
The dove and serpent kiss:
The troubadour will now explore
The precipice Abyss.

Around, around, the world of sense
The weary warrior led
Around, around: His recompense
A tall and thorny bed.
A Child of Perfect Innocence
The fiery Angels dread.

— Grady L. McMurtry
6/61 & 7/61

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