THE SIX

by Antarah Crawley

Ma’at rides on Ptah out of the mouth of Djehuti
Ptah spreads the verbs and scatters them into words
The curds of germination become the monads of formation
the lipika inscribed upon the astral plane
The monads in pleroma become manifest in atoms
Fohat scatters the atoms throughout the body of the mother
Evenly at first and then in clusters
He spins the smokestreams into whirlpools and sets them into motion
Fohat enflames the bellies of the worldpools
Six worldpools cool and the seventh becomes the son
He sucks the fire from the brothers and
mother sends them spinnin round him
She locks him at the center of the system
of the six worlds lest they spin off into space
& have no son to look upon them
& sow mercy in their soil
I’m sorry says the son
Here’s the light I took from you
I look it back upon you
And the son forgives the worlds with the aid of mothers justice
And the six run round and round their brother son and sing his praise
And harmony rings in the celestial strings

The seventh son becomes enraged & scours at the heart of six
So long has he fed on mothers sweat, refuse, Rejected one
The son will pull the other brothers into him
Consume them and render them elements enflamed inside him
In the chaos of the belly of the mother son
And the belly breaks the bonds
which tether worlds in the cosmic fabric
and the mother bends into the black hole son
He condenses all of mothers love into the one inside him
His horizon becomes her infinitude
And the son becomes the mother
Belly full of children
Sitting in the nothing of no place.