30 August


there is an arrogance in agony Forgiven
on the instant, in the twisting of the soul’s Humanity
as clear as vespers bells, rings out
I have known all goodness !
(All Within is Universe Without.)


no substance more than baby's cries
no single rattle less than death,
its rhythm bares a feeble might
Come, conjoin my sympathy !
(Beget my strength in sacrifice within my sight.)


yet soon as Love’s remonstrance pulls this child,
whose envelope has tightened unsustainably
while hunger wrests from him his very name
whose suffocation flings him far in pain from where
his rest was blind and mild,
is born his Heart.


as blood’s rush flows from roots torn loose
he rides that mud, hears now his tune
as none but some extended echo’s ping;
sees how his former world has spat him out
to wild frontiers where ice’s tears run free
in first, hot kiss of Spring.





© 29 October 1999 / 30 August 2007, Sugarpie Rabbit Draft here
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