Genesis Breyer P-Orridge 1950-2020

A poem for the poet

That time has come

When time moves on

Emits a brave kreator

Emits a bold narrator

Ov magics and journeys

Of loved ones now gone

The Trip… is just beginning

Just drifting

Shifting shapes

Get a new suitcase

Travel in style

All of this is possible

All of the time

Let’s never forget

The Messenger

The Message

The Process

Thee Temple

Intricate details

Intuitive twists

Curved hand

Crooked smile

Baba Mago Supreme

Calling on the spirits

To become who you are

With Sacred Intent

Undoubtedly: His name was master

Undoubtedly: Her name was master

What a blessed honor

To move on

In your mischievous company

Loyalty Does Not End With Death

You cut it up so well

“Scissors and glue, scissors and glue…”

Your sparkling super nova express

Still shines… somewhere…

And here… And now…

“In the thee morning after thee night

I fall in love with thee light”

“First I.T was

Then I.T. knew it was

And that was I.T.”

Carl Abrahamsson, March 14, 2020