Fermented Hours

Far away
In the northernmost region
In a dark land of ice and snow
The old man dwelled in his tower

Seeking to uncover the essence
Of an enigma
Through the mysteries
Of the Gnocchi

Gnocchi Gnosis

"Se pareba boves
Alba pratalia araba
Alba versorio teneba
Negro semen seminaba"

One shroom in hand
So delicate
But yet with a pungent smell

The smallest fish
Dead long ago
And soaked in the sweetest of wine

Then three onions and fresh water from the sea
Add lead and bring to a boil
Some cloves of garlic and the roots of ancient trees
Leave overnight to soak

Oh, barley
The food of gods and men alike

Grind it to dust
And mix it with
Beaten eggs and the salt from a toad

Two pounds of golden apples dug out from the earth
Slow cook until tender throughout

Peel gently and decompose them one at a time
It should be moist with no lumps

"O, mia amatra...
Vita, dolce vita;
Cuor del mio morto cuor...
Che tu abbandoni..."

"De cui fia tosto,
Credo
La finita;
In qual parte voui andare?
¿Qual regioni cerchi tu, piu graziose che la mia?"

Oh, Barley
The food of gods and men alike
Beyond compare

The saltness of the earth
The eggs in the nest
The birds of the spheres

Fermented hours
Like these

Fermented hours
Like these

Closer
In the deepest of regions
The light came from within the core
An Entity expanded to pieces

An Entity expanded to pieces
seeking to uncover the secrets of
The Trifold Great and the mysteries of the Gnocchi

Sunesis

Oh, sweet life of my bitter life
My heart of my dead heart
What regions do you seek

Seeking to uncover the essence
More gracious than my own
Where do you want to go

Ignis
Aqua
Aeris
Terra
Aether
Rebis
Monad
Henosis