And you are me
But by the by
I beg your leave
This vision rife for cloist'ring me in pain
Sealed with the kiss of blood
The sting of sweat
And lusty things which are what they are not
That milk I slake
From Pneuma's burning lake
Where here's elsewhere
The world is what we make
Waves on shore
Light on skin
Shadows pressed down hard in valley countenance
There's more than this
And aught else this kiss
Of here and then and there and root and rot
Shall we fail the fantasy of romance?
And gain what we
In dreams of come what may
If me be not
That awful beast
Becoming you and I
I would coil that snake
Up to the ark inside the sky
Without which dreams or no
Assail the ranks of creatures deep and wide
Lady upon Lady remembers their crimson tears
Without which there would be no vision
We are more real
The dream is real again
The red of wonder's wondrous ache
Make Make Make
The leaves move
The wind stirs
Suns rise and set
And at the border land
A ship's whistle sounds
Like dreams of like
In the endless wake
Of all we see
And all we seem
In this dark and pandemonious
Inconquerable prism
Of doubt, chance and mutability;
A creature of its own creation
Self made
Self won
Self seen
And never ever the same
In the twilight of a nefarious heart
In the land of Faerie.
*
~
*
finis.
October 26, 2002 11:11
SSI
And finally...a Devocation...