Quantum Depression into the Netherworld.

My depiction of the alchemical Ouroboros and colour-change process.

Raven, Dove and Phoenix, rising into the Stone.

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Alchemical winged Sun, from Rosary of the Philosophers.

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Quantum Depression into the Netherworld.

The Wave of Death, and Resurrection's Point.

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Death slows me down to make a Point,

"die before you die," announced;

into divine darkness surrendered;

Shaman's code of conduct decoded.

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A black hole vortex of depression,

Wave oscillation of death's function;

in Dark Matter at Rock Bottom,

a fiery baptism to fledge my Stone.

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I feel crushed by the Wave function,

exhausted, de-mented by atomization;

in the "Black that's blacker than black,"

testing my Metals for Heaven's sake.

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Observer maintains my hermetic vacuum,

with its Eye of non-judgementalism;

in the Great Hall of Maat's judgement,

I'm weighed against a feather light.

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My Mind is buoyant upon the scales,

I pass the final test of Metals;

close to the end, now almost free,

the gods are happy with my journey.

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The Rock at Bottom begins to flow,

shining Blackness of the Mother-Lode;

hell-fire distils the Wine of Mercury,

in the Grail uplifted into the sky.

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My feather from Maat in Mind,

rises upon the Wave's dual function;

the archetypal Sublimatrix red shifts,

the Red Sea parts and resurrects.

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Holy Libation for my sleeping god,

stolen fire burns to bake my Bread;

Observer collapses the Wave's Point;

three Metals compound a quantum Solid.

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One of my quantum Grails, the instinctual bat makes its way through

the wormhole by way of Sonar, into the Tria Prima Metals. 

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Who does the empty Grail serve?

A Libation for my own god above.

The Leaven for my sleeping Bread,

risen as Flesh of the eternal Word.

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