THE FIRST SEVEN CONFORMATIONS

A head emerges from the limitless

Providing nine emanations

Before this the earth was desolate

The crowns of old kings had been lost

Their wearers dead for ages

Back when nothing faced itself

Until the day arrived

The vestments of honor were communicated

By this crowning countenance

Carrying nine seeds born to echo

Held dormant in trinities within

Their own dark equilibrium

Incomprehensible and as yet unseen

Though heralded to ascend

From never into being ever after

The simple triple trinity

Annealing complicity

Keeping the mystery secret through

Forging a cranium for crystalline dew

With victorious skin made of ether

Hair as of the finest wool

Covering a benevolent forehead

Derived of the prayers from seeds

With an eye always open and awake

Perpetually keeping watch

Over this glorious network

Of gifts and receptions

Where the appearance of the lower

Comes from the aspect of the higher

A spirit blows across the kingdom

From mighty twin galleries

To rush forth over everything

In the beginning the six was created

With this breath of life

As it was drawn into himself

Through the most dignified beard