Riding angel-lambent in cloud-crystal bliss I mock all pricking peaks' diminished blacks Until the near sun dissipates like a vapored kiss And all Love's crystal excess cracks away and sinks 5 Light-shattered to the deep-augured sea. I sing my imaged beauty's bright obsequies As rancid temples sink from my heightened sight And anchors reel away from now-rising ships; I sing despite defeatists who moon for cold Carthage dead 10 Or, sunk with heart-tonnage of thickest lead, Curse the blessing God gave them free: Truth, dear Beauty, and long-souled Liberty! Thus I fly on, re-luming a salvaged past Until out of whatever worst of worst surrounds 15 I divine this syllabic, righteous best!
From the collection "Adoring Thorns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.