This Venetian glass keeps its secrets,
On pain of a little death.
I am the scholiast of my own soul,
Studying to classify.
These talismans I have charged
With the power of the stars.
Saturn rules my skulking days,
With the wolf, the lion and the dog.
Wheels within wheels,
To conjure demons and angels.
Angelic grammar of the intellect,
Build bridges and stairs.
Souls descend through Cancer
To drink the cup of forgetfulness,
Then ascend back to the heavens
Through Capricorn.
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