Origin gapes
and would speak.
Speak!
Are you tormented?

I hear the stone of sound
Deus in reeds.
Titans sob.
From the mouth of Okeanus
to the orifice of chaos
it verberates and roams,
its destiny never
to enter matter,
hence its pitch is off
(not bad for souls)
So beautiful is matter,
souls are purified
and punished there

Old cloud chamber.
Origen cut his balls
off there.

All dead. . .
old theologies.
No more listeners.

Old dead.

Still it speaks.
Neither sorrow
nor the absence of it,
only apprehension
which freezes souls
and hangs them from a beam
where they can only bound
on air currents.

Again it speaks
as from a crater
dry and angry,
breath of dogma.

Quake, limbs!
Open, bowels!
Logos is
Gnosis is
Origen is
Note: Origen is believed to have castrated himself in order to reach that state of purity in which he could instruct women in the principles of Christianity.