Nag Hammadi 1945

by phillipmedhurst

 

Four-times-four centuries out of view,

First born, then buried, then born anew,

Seth was my father, Eugnostos my groom,

Gongessos my midwife, Charaxio my tomb.

Through seventy summers the dust-cloud of gold

Released at my re-birth has brightly rolled

Around the globe – the Nile’s gift of reeds

Kindled by knowledge and sowing light’s seeds.

Though delivered third-hand to your perception,

I am, nonetheless, The Immaculate Conception.

 

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