The Winged Beetle

100 THE TWINS On these wretches whom Fate hath hurled To a hell of Jesus and shoddy, Dung and ethics and dust VIII Thou as I art Fate. Come then, conquer and kiss me ! Come ! what hinders Believe me : This is the thought we await. The mark is fair ; can you miss me Nay, you catch me, you cleave me ! XI See, how subtly I writhe ! Strange runes and unknown sigils I trace in the trance that thrills us. Death ! how lithe, how blithe Are these male incestuous vigils ! Ah ! this is the spasm that kills us ! X Wherefore I solemnly affirm This twofold Oneness at the term. Asar on Asi did beget Horus twin brother unto Set. Now Set and Horus kiss, to call The Soul of the Unnatural Forth from the dusk ; then nature slain Lets the Beyond be born again.