Selection from The Mixtape of Taliesin: THE MAGICIAN
Here we continue our in depth look at the parts of The Mixtape of Taliesin , in my opinion about Agent 18s work The Magician, a ‘Tarot’ poem in the suit of spades is the first really great poem but it is not accessible to a broad group of readers — that spot would be taken by The Tower:
The following poem is one of more sexually obsessive poems in the book.
Also Agent 18 has put in some clues to their identity, giving their age at writing of the poem and their astrological sign.
THE MAGICIAN
Image of the Mind
Mind entwined in Mind
arms wreathe arms
turned thru legs
over back & twirling hair
in a sweat-sheen mirror
of refractive flesh
an opiate potency
crowns & scepters Magus
unmanning him
to the heavy beast
I
Mage of the Mind
In my near 31st year
Gifted with 13 coins
Of the 2-faced God
On the Capricorn cusp
Primus Arcana in a stacked deck
Languid in late afternoon
Plotting erotic Zodiacs
of my Dark Lady’s cunny
On a silk expanse of bed
The Zenith, Azimuth
Nadir, & Apex become
Organs of encompassed direction
These hours have descended
From their books
In sinuous processions thru ages
Page boys in mild blue Dalmatics
Herald each minute step
of a doddering master
hobbling on gnarled staves
Opposing schools, garrulous peers
All studiously ignorant
Coming in unruly mobs
To study at my ordered word
Knowing I bridge all disciplines
& cleave one truth from disparate truths
But unaware that for this trick
I bring the Sword of Prophecy
Are you here for an exhibition? of Talent. . .
Lackadaisically I juggle some visions
While dancing thru hooped syntax
As on a screen of wiry shadow
The wand bisects the pregnant moon-
“O would this could be your secret card
Unguessed at till this very second?”
In an offhand motion the lovers side by side
Are palmed to a discrete side-pocket
While you are momentarily distracted
By the meteor shower in stained glass
I meditate on the fiery image
Of a 7-pointed Shuriken rising
To scarify the velvet sky
With sigils of sensual & spiritual lusts
Imprinted on each prong
But such mysteries are not in your reading
Please pick another card.
This poem is a selection taken from The Mixtape of Taliesin by IG Agent 18, for more poetry from Illuminati Ganga agents, please consider this article