More silent responses to A Mere Temptation

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                                     Antlers/Branches

               The Lightning Struck the Serpent on the Tree,
    the Horns are Waning and Waxing, Dreams and Antennae;
                Present/Past: Man, Serpent, Seeing,
     the woman sees what the man is. The woman lies,
      the man is tricked.  The woman's the Flood,
      the man's the fool who builds the ship of fools,
over and over and over and over and over and over and over . . . 
                The Tree is the Ark is the Ark is the Cross.

The pair of unicorns supply the third man, the horned man.
               Not a devil.           The green man of the
           wood, the well, the field, stars, dreams.

Decadence = Baphomet. Classical = PAN. Primal: Cernunnos    

                       Snake + Raven = Qtzlctl

                               Future is interracial.

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                           Dragon Bigfoot Alien Cyborg


                                    [other]    strange strange strange

Quite and not quite like something out of Lovecraft.
 Art isn't the key. Too obvious, true and false.
  Present a fiction, run with it. Which is it?
   Any love is precise and exceptionally mundane;
    not God enough, or God, or too God;
    we realize something, that's not it; we
     realize again, we. Where's the problem?
     It's us.
                         Don't try.

When the lightening strikes the tower,
the new mother feels it in the cave.
There grows another tree.
There was a time when the planet was without trees. 
How can it be without what isn't?
Not there enough to know.

To answer. Can you answer without knowing?
I can. I do. I just do.
Who will answer me?

 There will be another.