Monday, August 6, 2012

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.

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