Allowing some hundred thousand millions of margin for error

From weed to dinosaur through the peripheries of stars

Comparing colors of infinity to neon lights?

It took you only a zone or two to riddle

With multiplying brain that dominates earths feasts.

With the presentiment of further bliss

What is Time that man should be so mindful:

Spurning the comfort of affinity and rose, the rest of sunset, clarity,

In Gods cosmos according to report

Only a flicker of eternity divides us from unknowing beast

Or were they just vulgar as a marathon dance?

From animal to evening star?

Only the firelit symbols of an antique nurse scary and changing on

Since we only know it happened its anybodys guess

Indeed in these light aeons how far

The world dazed by Satanic glares

Skip time for now and fix the eye upon eternity

Defaulting from the simplest kinship, disjoining man from man,

How long to core of love in human mind?

The top-secret density relating Space to Time.

Father, Upon Thy Image We Are Spanned

How abdicated angel asked for and found Gods rest.

Except the illuminati

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craze--

Velocity stilled, the restful shade.

Of universe, the planetary chimes, atomic quandary.

Astride in ocean and unknowing that Satans ocean-skipping eye

From furtherest star imperiled on the rind of time,

Eye gazing backward or forward it is the same

Only azoic seascape and interlocking angels might.

As struggling gene in oceanic plant

Between obscenest suicide and Mans transfigured vision.

Satan we can understand--but what was Gods will

Or were the scalding stars too loud for your celestial velleities,

We are told nothing of conception, really nothing at all.

The earth is aged 500 thousand millions of years,

God!

Landed on a rim of ocean, striding to shore

Predestine voluntary cells that give

We are told nothing

Angel disarmed, lay down your cunning, finally tell

Forever were you inconsolable during the downward flight

Seeing no terror in trapeze, kinetic thrill of zones above listening,

Found in the seas that atom he willed alive

Mocked by the reversibles of good and evil

was there

And there were only revolv九九藏书网ing seas and land still malleable.

Except we would rather be Mozart, we want to last as long as

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twilight and terror

After the half a million years this is the century of decision

The splendor from his awful odyssey, his starlit hair

The radiant grace and arrogance before

Of the vibrato of desire remorseless

Of scepter had the hand that hewed the Universe?

The furious intellect relating furtherest space to beyondest time,

Feeling in blank mysterious seas the secret miracle of life.

Nothing lapses, no gene is lost

Although in eternity it may be the same thing.

We suffer the sorrow of separation and division

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And were the aeons ever sinister

Nursed in His awesome hand, taught to survive

Fabricate that night of love and ponder

the wall.

Did you admit the shocks and shuttles of the circumstance,

The eye of guile had sliced the atom with Satanic knife.

Here are the flowering plant, beast and the dual angel,

Deliberate and unadorned, but after all what need

Which will in time command the line.

And the unheeded shrill of the world lost,www.99lib.net rocketing in space,

Despairs of those who are struck down upon Hells floor and die

Did once your hurtling senses turn

The currents, stops and altitudes between Heaven and Hell.

As earth nears, turn again defaulting eyes to paradise,

And man evolving a mere half-million years of consciousness,

On the quietude of Satan in our Fathers arms:

That though we be deviously natured, dual-planned,

The screams are heard by blasted ears within the radiation zone

Incantation to Lucifer

Before you shudder with the first and final kiss.

The shock of creation, watched with His love and care

Sadness, then sleep, the blaze of noon, loves gladness.

Like country children spangled-eyed at county fairs

And settled on earth to study an experiment.

Orchestrates to all flesh singing.

--or crawl awhile a little more.

And hanging eyes upon a cheek must see the charred and iridescent

After centuries may bustle in the sport

With a heart that blazes with Christs vision:

The next day He completed His experiment

The Dual Angel

It was the time when the newest star was inchoate

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And therefore live a little harder,

Possible, to radiate, to sing

Seeing across oceans, and stumbling on a grain of sand. Almighty

The blue-veined instep faltered and slowly dimmed the pirate eyes.

And ruler of infinity has little use for speed.

And how far are we from the fern, the rose, essential yeast?

For when the sun burst God chose the minority side of firmament

Ecce, the emperor of velocity and glare

When stars of love and sorrow met Satans jeweled glance.

Only the protean firelight fearful on the wall.

To paradise that you had robbed and spurned?

Those who find it a little harder to live

Your tearless wizardry soon caught the rhyme

Whether Mozart or short-order cook with an infirmity

hand?

The evolutionary turn to fish, then beast

We know nothing of that meeting, nothing at all

Recognizing victory, surmises radiance in lead.

Until the solar-plexal swinging

The everlasting zones of emptiness uncanny to your imperious

So now we speculate with filial wonder,

That cosmic night before we were made?

Who said it is finished when Thy synt９９lｉｂ.nethesis was just begun.

Father, upon what Image are we spanned?

A Meditation on Origin and Choice

The living who struggles with the weight of dead and,

His visage black with wind and sun, almighty hand vibrant with

Earth orphaned by atom, each man alone.

Did you keep camping all through chaos

Ecce, the quailing emperor against a violet sea and the primeval

Behold this homage to a majesty almost impossible to explain

Post coitum, omnia tristia sunt.

There was no witness of this bridal night

Heir of the exile. Lucifer, and brother of Thy universal Son

Turning helpless in the garden of right and wrong

Avoiding rainbows in that desperate clash against the stars?

For after the heavenly holdup God was left rather plain.

Why are we split upon our double nature, how are we planned?

Did you once wonder, one time weep?

Love And The Rind Of Time

Defaulting eyes, turn once again

strife

Exalting abstractions, vaulting the 1 2 3,

There was no garden at that time--but there was God.

Envisaging end in the beginning, wrestling with Gods life,

Imagine the encounter when the polarities chance