A Meditation in and Choice
Intation to Lucifer
Angel disarmed, lay down your ing, finally tell
The currents, stops and altitudes between Heaven and Hell.
Or were the scalding stars too loud for your celestial velleities,
The everlasting zones of emptiness uny to your imperious
hand?
Did you admit the shocks and shuttles of the circumstance,
Ahe aeons ever sinister
Or were they just vulgar as a marathon dance?
Did you keep camping all through chaos
paring colors of infinity to neon lights?
Forever were you insolable during the downward flight
Spurning the fort of affinity and rose, the rest of su, clarity,
Avoiding rainbows in that desperate clash against the stars?
Your tearless wizardry soon caught the rhyme
Of universe, the plaary chimes, atomic quandary.
It took you only a zone or two to riddle
The top-secret density relating Spae.
Did once your hurtling seurn
To paradise that you had robbed and spurned?
Did you once wonder, oime weep?
As earth nears, turn again defaulting eyes to paradise,
Defaulting eyes, turn once again
With the prese of further bliss
Before you shudder with the first and final kiss.
Hymen, O Hymen
It was the time when the star was inchoate
And there were only revolving seas and land still malleable.
There was no garden at that time--but there was God.
For when the sun burst God chose the minority side of firmament
Aled oh to study an experiment.
We know nothing of that meeting, nothing at all
Only the protean firelight fearful on the wall.
Since we only know it happes anybodys guess
How abdicated angel asked for and found Gods rest.
Ecce, the emperor of velocity and glare
The splendor from his awful odyssey, his starlit hair
Landed on a rim of o, striding to shore
The radiant grad arrogance before
The blue-veined instep faltered and slowly dimmed the pirate eyes.
Ecce, the quailing emperainst a violet sea and the primeval
skies.
Behold this homage to a majesty almost impossible to explain
For after the heavenly holdup God was left rather plain.
Deliberate and unadorned, but after all what need
Of scepter had the hand that hewed the Universe?
And ruler of infinity has little use for speed.
His visage black with wind and sun, almighty hand vibrant with
strife
Feeling in blank mysterious seas the secret miracle of life.
Imagihe enter when the polarities ce
When stars of love and sorrow met Satans jeweled glance.
We are told nothing of ception, really nothing at all.
Only the firelit symbols of an antique nurse scary and ging on
the wall.
We are told nothing
Of the vibrato of desire remorseless
Until the solar-plexal swinging
Orchestrates to all flesh singing.
Post , omnia tristia sunt.
Sadness, then sleep, the blaze of noon, loves gladness.
There was no witness of this bridal night
Only azoic seascape and interlog angels might.
So now we speculate with filial wonder,
Fabricate that night of love and ponder
On the quietude of Satan in our Fathers arms:
Velocity stilled, the restful shade.
Satan we uand--but what was Gods will
That iight before we were made?
The day He pleted His experiment
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