3991. THE TOPLESS GLIMMER OF YOUR END

THE TOPLESS GLIMMER

OF YOUR END

One theory a day makes it all happen  -  the

moon is strung like a pearl in its own darkening

firmament  -  with nothing really much to show.

All those people from a million years past, they've

said pretty much the same. The blessing of Jacob

in Genesis 49. No, no, that's nothing at all :

'Benjamin is a ravenous wolf; in the morning

he consumes the spoils, and in the evening he

divides plunder  -  this, while a lion's whelp

is Judah.' All that tribal crap has now

gone so wrong.

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I have known the wind, and I have

known the fire, and  -  in so many ways  -

they are both the self-same things. The

country has such a languid energy, and these

spoils should be divided. ('you were righteous

in your ways, from the day you were created;

until Evil was found in you')...

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I shall demonstrate sadly my love for the

willow. I shall lie down with lion and lamb.

The topless glimmer of your wild end, I

shall caress this with my hand.

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'The scepter shall not depart from Judah,

nor shall the staff from beneath his feet,

until Shiloh comes to him  -  and the

obedience of the nations shall be his.'

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They wanted a craftsman to take over

this town, and they got it. He comes with

his tally board and his arches. The watchman

may be watching, yes, but he sees nothing.

I entreat. I have known the wind and I

have known the fire, and they are the

selfsame thing, and there is nothing at

all to see.  I've grown tired of all this

lily-white fuss. I seek to vacate my

place at once : initiating at least a

leave of my own accord.

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How apt is all of that for this day

and age? I am the closer, and I shall

upend all of your doors and lintels.

Up on high, the opaque black sky

glimmers on : I have known the

wind, and I have known the fire.