Diabolic Immanence

In twilight born
More than nocturne of day
In predawn depths discern'd
Your burning shape
Luminous beneath a fevered moon
What serpent grace defines
The Line, the Cross and the Curve?

So without a wall, some in misery
To nihil bend in pompous form
Durblind to the promise
The fullness of the void

Do only maenads know
How much fat to be sucked
From the earth of Utopia?

So wisdom warps, so wisdom weaves

In penumbral gloom
In ash and bloom
In carnal blasphemy
Entangled violently
In this, infernally
A beast for thee