Words
They echo on
Across Valkyrie skies
Across Valhallan sunsets
Across fields of arcadia
Across prairies of thanatos
Words
They echo on
Across Babylonian Gates
Across tales of Gilgamesh
Across stars of Cosmopolis
Across robotic tears
Words
They echo on
Across Germanic princesses
Across dreaming castles
Across Caesarean heroes
Across Sistine Chapels
Words
They echo on
Host of tongue
Feeble of voice
Host of scripture
Needle of ink
Host of history
Steeple of Man
In the beginning
Was the Word
And the Word
Was God
Pitiable
You light
Sealed within
Our Cave
Tragic
You God
Cast from Heaven
Unto Earth
Your cry
An ecstatic melody
Each tear
A syllable of poetry
Cunning Spirit
What apple
Seduced you
to our world?
In you I live
In me you shine
I am the light
I am the blue
Of the day sky
The gift of Dasein’s curse
I am the True the Good
I am essence and soul
Existence rolls from me
I am the movement, pagan dance
My limbs do stretch and grow and twist
And turn in x-t-c they flow
So true so free contort
Contract
Contact across endless void
In dream in art in reverie
Lux orbis et lux mundi
Je suis les étoiles
I am reflection
The light that shines
On itself
In disgust
The mirror
That sees
Its own emptiness
The void
Between the Self
That is Other
Love, hate,hope, despair... Beauty
Trauma
And have some not heard
That God is dead?
Yet they all hear her reverie
And dance to her pavane
And have some not seen
The Invisible Hand?
Yet they all see the Red Queen
And be as pawns for her play
And have some not felt
The poverty of Being?
And yet for every man lives
A Sisyphus in his heart
Words
They Echo on
Aeterno Silentio
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