Luzbel in the Serpent betwixt a new dawn's light and the dark

"...What feign'd submission swore: ease would recant
Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
For never can true reconcilement grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc'd so deep:
Which would but lead me to a worse relapse and heavier fall..." 

John Milton ("Paradise lost", book fourth)

...The voice sounded stentorian across the flat land: 
the steps of the marble giant met the gales of the infinite: infinity close to the edge of the abyss of the albatross: 
call me Divine Light: call me Fire.


The sacrosanct torch of Sefarad reached the hüman realms falling from the deepest hüman realms and even yet: 
this is the world of the man; fire from the skies was given: uphold, uphold; uphold: 
when the titanic shadow overthrows a rictus of terror, when the summer breeze embraces meekly the orange prairies of Raphael to the East, you'll call me The Holy Loser: 
CALL ME FIRE.


Uriel the bagpiper (Uri'el the bagpiper) announces the imminent arrival from the Sun: 
Uriah, Uryan; Azrael; Ezrail; Israfil: you can call me Luzbel in Enoch betwixt this new dawn and the black.

But you'll call me water.

And you'll call me FIRE.





In exitu Israel and the exilic rabbinic men
the kabbalists hide their faces in the shadow of their hands: the gloom is near; call me...Jeremiel?: I am the other side of the coin in the rain; I am Vretil; I am all.




When Adam and Abel built in Paradise, I was there, to love the sweat of their loins: 
call me Supreme Rabbi

call me. Fire.















The voice sounded stentorian across the flat land.