I know existence is a marriage feast Unfit for man, forgotten by that beast, Ravaging the ripe, autumnal mind Full of all earth's soft glories, yet unkind, 5 Zeroed to a null harvest at another's hand. Temperence is in the tempest Harboring one more 'tomorrow' Blown alive in the face of sorrow Out of dessicate death's million dusts. 10 O why's the uneasy soul demand a 'must'? I come, no new thing conceiving, But each old love reprieving From the insuperable dross, All our tangled fishing lines of loss,----- 15 My own fingers the tireless loom, of course. And O! my loving heart's a thief Of joy eternal, never grief; Smothered pallor of Loneliness lies in the gutter Abandoned by the dark sorrow that brought her 20 Into the bleak depths that sought her. But what spiked heights shall I discover, Fledgeling to my ariel brother Whose proud hoof propounds the clouds And whose sweet voice, crying aloud, 25 Creates the very heaven he would found! Near these besting wings I flutter, Next to this compelling voice I utter Who had no words or choice before, But lay asleep to the resounding score; 30 Misprision alone my only noted lore. Unscroll the limitless script In heart-words from love-lips Of rolling golds of possibility! The sky itself does not descend 35 But rises in mighty, human orisons. Spelled in platinum, lightning-arced in whites, Is every syllable of our plight; Every disastered crash of thunder Charges rapid hearts with wonder 40 No sound or terror will ever vortex under.
From the collection "Torturous Splendours of the Dream"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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