The Righteous Magician Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

Hey Brian what about Elenor?
Do you remember that shining light of prelapsarian nature,
That Ignis-Fatuus of archeus spirit,
determined to satisfy that shame doth of concupiscence?
Yet you blindly dehort thy feelings to be fruitful and multiply.

Your voice echoes through astral planes,
For the advert of Sinai exalts your nature,
Whilst the knowledge of good and evil calls your innocence,
With efficacy as a setting sun kisses a supernal orb.

I conjure thee fire and water seeds of posterity,
Willful gristles that deter incubus and succubus,
For thy divine name forgives thy brother seventy times seven,
free of burden and guilt.

For now Baby 'J' hops on Halley's comet.
She is reborn.
No merchant nor mariner shall deflower her mortal soul,
Hence free of the matutinal bonds and their adjurations.

And so the righteous magician has spoken.
Clairvoyant shew of magnetic attraction that keeps her love as a talisman.