“Pansomatic Thoth”

to-for Austin Osman Spare

man consumes himself like his creator
conflicted and divided against himself
at war with negated portion of his own soul
that he names Satan, the accuser
what use are hints and whispers?
they are the most sinister form of representation
in this ghastly struggle called existence
is there any truth in my existence
when my pleasures weary of me?
i would indulge until i consumed the whole world
and nothing would be left of me
there is only one sense: the sexual
and one desire: procreation
everything else is everlasting suicide
all is backward moving self-volition
walking toward oneself
man becomes what he relapses into
eternally split from his suffering other