(01/14/1962) Angel Far

Angel Far

My mind is as bleak as the steppes of the Moon

And as cold as the Uranian air

My heart is as hot as the bright-side moon

Exploding in a solar flare

And with the lion love of my fiery boon

I burn in Her glorious hair


The galaxies

Are Arrow-Trees

Plummed by Maat’s fierce love’s

A glowing see

That holds the worlds together.

— Grady L. McMurtry

Note: Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, April 1993.