(no subject)

I hallucinate something of a sequence to these ones:

1. At least – to pray – is left – is left –
Oh Jesus – in the Air –
I know not which thy chamber is –
I’m knocking – everywhere –

Thou settest Earthquake in the South –
And Malestrom, in the Sea –
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth –
Hast thou no Arm for Me?


2. My period had come for Prayer –
No other Art – would do –
My Tactics missed a rudiment –
Creator – Was it you?

God grows above – so those who pray
Horizons – must ascend –
And so I stepped upon the North
To see the Curious Friend –

His House was not – no sign had He –
By Chimney – nor by Door –
Could I infer his Residence –
Vast Prairies of Air

Unbroken by a Settler –
Were all that I could see –
Infinitude – Had’st Thou no Face
That I might look on Thee?

The Silence condescended –
Creation stopped – for Me –
But awed beyond my errand –
I worshipped – did not “pray” –


3a. Like Eyes that looked on Wastes –
Incredulous of Ought
But Blank – and steady Wilderness –
Diversified by Night –

Just Infinites of Nought –
As far as it could see –
So looked the face I looked upon –
So looked itself – on Me –

I offered it no Help –
Because the Cause was Mine –
The Misery a Compact
As hopeless – as divine –

Neither - would be absolved –
Neither would be a Queen
Without the Other – Therefore –
We perish – tho’ We reign –


3b. I saw no Way — The Heavens were stitched —
I felt the Columns close —
The Earth reversed her Hemispheres —
I touched the Universe —

And back it slid — and I alone —
A Speck upon a Ball —
Went out upon Circumference —
Beyond the Dip of Bell —

3a and 3b because you could read either as being before the other: is she addressing the auroraless sky, in 3a, or is this blank the closed columns, the thing behind the sky revealed during auroras?

(no subject)

Maybe alluding to the lights again? I think I need to see the auroras. (I have a dim memory of my father making me stand on the lawn and watch some distant smudgy horizon laser show in early childhood. Not much makes it to Ohio.)

?. Behind Me — dips Eternity —
Before Me — Immortality —
Myself — the Term between —
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin —

'Tis Kingdoms — afterward — they say —
In perfect — pauseless Monarchy —
Whose Prince — is Son of None —
Himself — His Dateless Dynasty —
Himself — Himself diversify —
In Duplicate divine —

'Tis Miracle before Me — then —
'Tis Miracle behind — between —
A Crescent in the Sea —
With Midnight to the North of Her —
And Midnight to the South of Her —
And Maelstrom — in the Sky —

(no subject)

Warm bright leafy autumn day, two nights in a row of close to normal sleep, Obama shirt on my back and sticker on my car, the gnosis that he'll win and that test dissolving into the past. On CNN, Soledad O'Brien in the sun looking beautiful and blissful and forgetful of whatever news is at hand. She can't hide it, she's right where I am.