I have my divinity devolve to you
and back again to me, like a game
of passing the parcel between us!
Must I reckon that a wondrous unpalatable
eternity went on and out of the dimensions
Like webs that form and must be acceptable
Because sustenance became inexorable
after the infiltration; and sin became indispensable!
We are in an are not. Is it my dream or delusion
that a revelation has no takers of believers
but for myself? Do I feel saddened by this
disillusionment, even when you don’t vouch
for me; and I suffer the aggrievement and still smile,
like a wide cavern with a knowing radiant light!
And I hold my languid grace despite oft stumbling with rage;
to keep the stars on the faces of everything I cherish!
And faith-feel this tireless eternity is not a waste! If
nothing is going to change since the snapping at the onset,
how should I make a wistful wisdom last all through!
I have so many miracles, so much magic,
It silently breaks through the woodwork unacknowledged!
I look to the sun, it seems paler through time
since it began to become stolen from one evil to the other;
And how should I recognise it as my Sol Invictus then?
Mother, I need your affirmation, Dad I need your solidarity,
despite the horrorful abductions! Who else can I call upon, my pets?
They are also vulnerable, yet they absolutely love my dignity
of duty despite all the depreciation! Darling baby girl should I
remind you that much of our gold of earth was stolen a long time ago!
But do we want our souls to be thieved and rapined too?
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