Friday, January 23, 2009

It soars up

to the very foot of the
Awful and Glorious Throne
and turns away from
the sunbright Presence
to fly to Andromeda and inspect
the nether regions of its
innermost spiral, dancing
through fields of shattered
potsherds that were once
iron-bottomed worlds.
It descends into the maelstrom
of bare-nerved bloodlust,
cringing at the sight of
trembling innocents 
crushed under the
banal weight of grinning
barbarism.
Shivering with dread, it
curls up in airy dreamlands
of mercy, cradling itself
in the arms of warm-breathed
mammals, until it jumps
into the breathless
depths of desire and
lovefierce touch,
careening along the way
to a (distant?) scene
of watching the garden one last
moment, eyes brimming
with the end of a thousand
unwritten stories.

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