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11! 11! Make a wish for Nuit’s lips Hadit be thy burning bliss The purple sky whose light is love Bend down for me from up above Might I lift thy veil Kiss thy cheek To seek this grail Send your servant, flaming serpent Make his bless’ed message urgent I am Five And you are Six Let us be Eleven! In the sky I cry for this In the starry Heaven On wings he sings, a bounty brings He bears the word: Everything All for naught, for naught is One And All is sought when One becomes Every moment do I fall Into nothing within All Give to me not misery Nor His flaming languor For I bleed not ecstasy But the blood of Anger! this is a very sacred poem, a divination of sorts....to those who know Nuit and Hadit it makes sense, to those who dont she is the Star and he is Man.....their kiss is creation.....they are are the eternal love story and first romance....they dance for us in the Cosmos to the music of the Divine Will.....this poem is very philosophical, very Gnostic.....man is five god is six and magick is the union of man and god thus eleven.....make a wish when you read the title for an angel is next to you....