THE TWINS 
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IV 
Thou knowest me who I am 
 The inmost soul and saviour 
  Of man ;  what hieroglyph 
Of the dragon and the lamb 
 Shall thou and I engrave here 
  On Time’s inscandescable cliff ?   
 
V 
Look !  in the polished granite, 
 Black as thy cartouche is with sins, 
  I read the searing sentence 
That blasts the eyes that scan it :   
 “ HOOR and SET be TWINS.” 
  A fico for repentance !   
 
VI 
Ay !  O Son of my mother 
 That snarled and clawed in her womb 
  As now we rave in our rapture, 
I know thee, I love thee, brother !   
 Incestuous males that consume 
  The light and the life that we capture. 
 
VII 
Starve thou the soul of the world, 
 Brother, as I the body !   
  Shall we not glut our lust