Transubstantiation

Hyperion, Caesar, ruler of the red pyramid and obelisk

Allied with Saturn, allied with Memory,

The Brick-Layers, the fallen idols…

 

How you paved your streets with Red Clay,

How you’ve set your jewels

To lay the body of God

To be the straw of your street’s brick.

You found wisdom, o’ Memory

And allied with Hyperion;—

You fought hard to preserve Athens and Rome.

 

White streets—laid with the sands of the shore

And sandstone spires and great shingled roofs—

From there cast all war upon Athens and Rome.

The armies marched, to dreg the dregs

Of Hyperion’s estate, o’ Athens.

The Greek gods, those idle men and women

Not gods at all, threw down the stones

Of the Titans, o’ Athens and Rome.

White was their horse—with the castles of Sandstone—

Who came to conquer.

 

O’ Hyperion, cast down from thy bench in heaven

Cast down, cast down, o’ my soul sees thou art cast down

With all the idols you brought with you.

Those locusts, those chameleons,

Whom Paradise Lost.

For wisdom you championed

To let reason build…

You and Saturn laid down Christ

As the Philosopher’s Stone.

Yet… there were gods among you

O’ Titans. gods who wished to lay

Caesar Borgia as their stone.

For the picture of Jesus we see

It is Caesar Borgia.

 

The man is Caesar Borgia;

The flesh; the god we worship in ourselves.

Willing to tear down the regimes of old

And to build upon the ruins.

Spiritually, we see Jesus working in our hearts…

For we are all, as our flesh

The object in the frame.

So despicable.

We are all Borgia

Yet, God sees Christ in us

So the old man is washed away.

 

The regimes of Wisdom laid Christ as their Philosopher’s Stone…

Though Hyperion built it, though Saturn laid the stone,

Though the obelisk is red, and though the pyramid is large

The Philosopher Stone was Christ.

Thus, this ugly regime which the Bricklayers built

Was seen, in spiritual sense, what is not flesh

But Spirit, and thus made clean.

Though it was Red as Scarlet

It was now White as Snow.

 

However, reason was done away

And the flesh of the painting was all that remained.

The white falsehood of the Sandstone Castles

Which are built tall, where Borgia, the flesh,

Rather than Christ the Spirit

Reigns in all.

If the new man is unseen

Then our Kingdoms fall.

 

And so, the Bricklayers, the Titans

Became the very gods cast down to earth.

They, now, try to build their white city on earth

By the flesh of a man seen in portraits;—

But not our Christ.

 

So… as with men, so with mankind

What was blood red

Let the image of Christ be shed upon us,

So that the old man is no longer seen

Though it factually existed.

Let us show forth as white snow.

Let the goodness of Christ

Shewn from us, and within us,

Who are Transubstantiated into the image of Christ.