Paradigm ShiftMember Contribution Four . . .

 

 

 

There is no escape

but launched upon the verge

our salty understanding intends

resolution of the Ages

and lets slip

a whisper of light

which the careful may allow

or disallowing

invoke the poisoned lead

wrecking the false in fiery retribution...

as the angel's reap the Earth in measure

accounting every bit of progress or regress

no turning such prayer

but seething resolutions

not too much shown yet

or willed in companionship

than mankind has proven, or can prove

but such as is worthy of, in satisfaction of the stars.

 

 

"both cheeks for smiting, doubly felt love's kiss...."

Still aware of what my faults still owe
in part, extract from others
that which I require
though in the extraction, conscious yet to give first more than I need returned
like a mirror, setting up a dynamic
from which I may better espy what in my own cycling needs perfection
a somewhat desperate tactic
but sensing an urgency of moment
risk bleeding too much from the wound
if but I may, surgeon like
excise from my own Vessel, what remains of the leadened wood...
O physician, heal thyself
I hear echoed in my ears
and though a bit painful to others, in part
wounds me more deeply, but for remedy, closing up the gaps which, breach of seeing, yet remains...
for which reason I secretly ask-
Where, and What, is Leviathan?
Invoking in the Call our great Deep
with Line of temptation secretly cast
to catch what otherwise will not expose itself
but by a most cunning and subtle alteration of awareness
as such, in order to broaden what urges on a birth
I first must work out the ill and poison
which festering in a more subtle semblance of being
withholds my intended Distillations...
causing to flow then
I apply the Fire with awesome intensity, in certain pointed attentions
causing ancient foundations to tremble
belching forth a noxious fume
though caught in circumspection, Triple bound
and ciphered in cryptic numbers
not even the careless risk much hurt upon
and the wise need not fear
though in truth, works wonder upon the world's Stage
and reverberates upon the Air
anticipations of the waking...
perhaps a kind of scrying, as some have said
which sacred pools of vision all see
in every sympathetic moment
and which ten thousand times ten thousand points of light
as if in echo of our own great Orbs
reflect, in mirror of sight
what we ourselves ought better know and practice
or in careful and such subtlety
nourish till crystalline and without blemish
they pierce upon the Void
and witness the great circle, scribed upon the face of the Waters
brooding still
to own in true embrace
and closing up the sum
prove "all in each and each in all...."

"Forbear the call of tempting wrath, uncouth
And bless the soul with love to love in truth."-OH

 

 

 

 

 

 

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