Drunk and high upon the mountains

Remembering when pine needles

Surrounded my feet and

Injected the air with bliss

The wind comforts me

As the sun descends and

Rings the bells of a new night

I am alert in my surveillance

Under this ash tree

Which continues to stand

For ages to come

Solid as the souls I embody

Liquid as emotions invoked by ancestors

Gaseous as my dreams

I must remind myself

That I’m not alone

In this paradigm of slow animation

My walls have doors I rarely lock

And the music of warriors

Are anthems sung

To soothe the savage

Affirmed by the holy

Affirmed by the gold

Affirmed by the copper

Affirmed by the light

Affirmed by the songs

Affirmed by the lyre

My moisture is depleting

My goods and wares diminished

My prayers are solitary

My city is barren

Sought refuge in this cave

Where I control the wind

From my palms

I replenish these salty waters

The paths which lead to them

Now clearly marked

And as a wizard

I know I am good

And that the walls

To my temple

Are open

Affirmed by the holy

Affirmed by the gold

Affirmed by the copper

Affirmed by the light

Affirmed by the songs

Affirmed by the lyre

These anthems appeal to the royal

These anthems appeal to the peasant

These anthems appeal to the ancient

These anthems appeal to the embryonic

I am far from the last poet

To scribe the hymns of divinity

Even among damnation

I reserve my lips for angels

And I will not forget

Any day I left a prayer

Where the alchemy

Did not progress

Affirmed by the holy

Affirmed by the gold

Affirmed by the copper

Affirmed by the light

Affirmed by the songs

Affirmed by the lyre

This is my unofficial anthem

To a world on a morphine drip

Addicted to a construct of time

Perpetually accelerating in retrograde

-Jacob R Moses (excerpt from Grimoire)