The Dual Angel
Allowing some hundred thousand millions of margin for error
From weed to dinosaur through the peripheries of stars
Comparing colors of infinity to neon lights?
It took you only a zone or two to riddle
With multiplying brain that dominates earths feasts.
With the presentiment of further bliss
What is Time that man should be so mindful:
Spurning the comfort of affinity and rose, the rest of sunset, clarity,
In Gods cosmos according to report
Only a flicker of eternity divides us from unknowing beast
Or were they just vulgar as a marathon dance?
From animal to evening star?
Only the firelit symbols of an antique nurse scary and changing on
Since we only know it happened its anybodys guess
Indeed in these light aeons how far
The world dazed by Satanic glares
Skip time for now and fix the eye upon eternity
Defaulting from the simplest kinship, disjoining man from man,
How long to core of love in human mind?
The top-secret density relating Space to Time.
Father, Upon Thy Image We Are Spanned
How abdicated angel asked for and found Gods rest.
Except the illuminati
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Velocity stilled, the restful shade.
Of universe, the planetary chimes, atomic quandary.
Astride in ocean and unknowing that Satans ocean-skipping eye
From furtherest star imperiled on the rind of time,
Eye gazing backward or forward it is the same
Only azoic seascape and interlocking angels might.
As struggling gene in oceanic plant
Between obscenest suicide and Mans transfigured vision.
Satan we can understand--but what was Gods will
Or were the scalding stars too loud for your celestial velleities,
We are told nothing of conception, really nothing at all.
The earth is aged 500 thousand millions of years,
God!
Landed on a rim of ocean, striding to shore
Predestine voluntary cells that give
We are told nothing
Angel disarmed, lay down your cunning, finally tell
Forever were you inconsolable during the downward flight
Seeing no terror in trapeze, kinetic thrill of zones above listening,
Found in the seas that atom he willed alive
Mocked by the reversibles of good and evil
was there
And there were only revolv
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Hymen, O Hymen
twilight and terror
After the half a million years this is the century of decision
The splendor from his awful odyssey, his starlit hair
The radiant grace and arrogance before
Of the vibrato of desire remorseless
Of scepter had the hand that hewed the Universe?
The furious intellect relating furtherest space to beyondest time,
Feeling in blank mysterious seas the secret miracle of life.
Nothing lapses, no gene is lost
Although in eternity it may be the same thing.
We suffer the sorrow of separation and division
skies.
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And were the aeons ever sinister
Nursed in His awesome hand, taught to survive
Fabricate that night of love and ponder
the wall.
Did you admit the shocks and shuttles of the circumstance,
The eye of guile had sliced the atom with Satanic knife.
Here are the flowering plant, beast and the dual angel,
Deliberate and unadorned, but after all what need
Which will in time command the line.
And the unheeded shrill of the world lost,
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Despairs of those who are struck down upon Hells floor and die
Did once your hurtling senses turn
The currents, stops and altitudes between Heaven and Hell.
As earth nears, turn again defaulting eyes to paradise,
And man evolving a mere half-million years of consciousness,
On the quietude of Satan in our Fathers arms:
That though we be deviously natured, dual-planned,
The screams are heard by blasted ears within the radiation zone
Incantation to Lucifer
Before you shudder with the first and final kiss.
The shock of creation, watched with His love and care
Sadness, then sleep, the blaze of noon, loves gladness.
Like country children spangled-eyed at county fairs
And settled on earth to study an experiment.
Orchestrates to all flesh singing.
--or crawl awhile a little more.
And hanging eyes upon a cheek must see the charred and iridescent
After centuries may bustle in the sport
With a heart that blazes with Christs vision:
The next day He completed His experiment
The Dual Angel
It was the time when the newest star was inchoate
Father, upon９9lｉb•ｎeｔ Thy image we are spanned.
And therefore live a little harder,
Possible, to radiate, to sing
Seeing across oceans, and stumbling on a grain of sand. Almighty
The blue-veined instep faltered and slowly dimmed the pirate eyes.
And ruler of infinity has little use for speed.
And how far are we from the fern, the rose, essential yeast?
For when the sun burst God chose the minority side of firmament
Ecce, the emperor of velocity and glare
When stars of love and sorrow met Satans jeweled glance.
Only the protean firelight fearful on the wall.
To paradise that you had robbed and spurned?
Those who find it a little harder to live
Your tearless wizardry soon caught the rhyme
Whether Mozart or short-order cook with an infirmity
hand?
The evolutionary turn to fish, then beast
We know nothing of that meeting, nothing at all
Recognizing victory, surmises radiance in lead.
Until the solar-plexal swinging
The everlasting zones of emptiness uncanny to your imperious
So now we speculate with filial wonder,
That cosmic night before we were made?
Who said it is finished when Thy synt９９lｉｂ.nethesis was just begun.
Father, upon what Image are we spanned?
A Meditation on Origin and Choice
The living who struggles with the weight of dead and,
His visage black with wind and sun, almighty hand vibrant with
Earth orphaned by atom, each man alone.
Did you keep camping all through chaos
Ecce, the quailing emperor against a violet sea and the primeval
Behold this homage to a majesty almost impossible to explain
Post coitum, omnia tristia sunt.
There was no witness of this bridal night
Heir of the exile. Lucifer, and brother of Thy universal Son
Turning helpless in the garden of right and wrong
Avoiding rainbows in that desperate clash against the stars?
For after the heavenly holdup God was left rather plain.
Why are we split upon our double nature, how are we planned?
Did you once wonder, one time weep?
Love And The Rind Of Time
Defaulting eyes, turn once again
strife
Exalting abstractions, vaulting the 1 2 3,
There was no garden at that time--but there was God.
Envisaging end in the beginning, wrestling with Gods life,
Imagine the encounter when the polarities chance