3821. SALVATION ENTERS WORLD

SALVATION ENTERS WORLD

Within this ghost ship on the spiral sea,

I am falling, falling faster than thee. The

truncated sun, split by two horizons, dips

low away to vanish. The sound of tarnished

energies  -  all the whales and porpoises of

this sea  -  are as nothing to the man I be.

Hold then, thee, my jangling nerves; coddle

and assuage my guilt and rage. Look then

homeward, angel, and seek to disengage :

this whole, entire life is nothing but a nettled

dream, an unsourced manufacture of our own

unconscious drives. And, yes, yes, though it

may seem to have an ending prescribed, it

only begins again to run once more; and we

then have nowhere, really, else to go.

-

Will you now come back with me? Will you

re-enter this torrid atmosphere so we may

share those other moments : the ones so

much better to recall? Let us look : the

colors of the butterfly, blown about in light

air; the sound of the surf, tearing apart

what is there; the light at the morning's

rise, faint blue and yet there. All of this,

my finely mattered, mannered friend, all

of this is of the days of the lives we lend.

-

And hark ! to the warbler then attend :

a sacred sound of sorts, a melody as 

if of God, coming 'round this bend.