Chapter 3 The Dual Angel

A Meditation on Origin and Choice Incantation to Lucifer Angel disarmed, lay down your cunning, finally tell The currents, stops and altitudes between Heaven and Hell. Or were the scalding stars too loud for your celestial velleities, The everlasting zones of emptiness uncanny to your imperious hand? Did you admit the shocks and shuttles of the circumstance, And were the aeons ever sinister Or were they just vulgar as a marathon dance? Did you keep camping all through chaos Comparing colors of infinity to neon lights? Forever were you inconsolable during the downward flight

Spurning the comfort of affinity and rose, the rest of sunset, clarity, Avoiding rainbows in that desperate clash against the stars? Your tearless wizardry soon caught the rhyme Of universe, the planetary chimes, atomic quantum. It took you only a zone or two to riddle The top-secret density relating Space to Time. Did once your hurting senses turn To paradise that you had robbed and spurned? Did you once wonder, one time weep? As earth nears, turn again defaulting eyes to paradise, Defaulting eyes, turn once again With the presentation of further bliss Before you shudder with the first and final kiss.

Hymen, O Hymen It was the time when the newest star was inchoate And there were only revolving seas and land still malleable. There was no garden at that time--but there was God. For when the sun burst God chose the minority side of firmament And settled on earth to study an experiment. We know nothing of that meeting, nothing at all Only the protean firelight fearful on the wall. Since we only know it happened its anybodys guess How abdicated angel asked for and found Gods rest. Ecce, the emperor of velocity and glare The splendor from his awful odyssey, his starlit hair

Landed on a rim of ocean, striding to shore The radiant grace and arrogance before The blue-veined instep faltered and slowly dimmed the pirate eyes. Ecce, the quailing emperor against a violet sea and the primeval skies. Behold this homage to a majesty almost impossible to explain For after the heavenly holdup God was left rather plain. Deliberate and unadorned, but after all what need Of scepter had the hand that hewed the Universe? And ruler of infinity has little use for speed. His visage black with wind and sun, almighty hand vibrant with strife Feeling in blank mysterious seas the secret miracle of life.

Imagine the encounter when the polarities chance When stars of love and sorrow met Satans jeweled glance. We are told nothing of conception, really nothing at all. Only the firelit symbols of an antique nurse scary and changing on the wall. We are told nothing Of the vibrato of desire remorseless Until the solar-plexal swinging Orchestrates to all flesh singing. Post coitum, omnia tristia sunt. Sadness, then sleep, the blaze of noon, loves gladness. There was no witness of this bridal night Only azoic seascape and interlocking angels might. So now we speculate with filial wonder,

Fabricate that night of love and ponder On the quietude of Satan in our Fathers arms: Velocity stilled, the restful shade. Satan we can understand--but what was Gods will That cosmic night before we were made? The next day He completed His experiment Found in the seas that atom he willed alive Nursed in His awesome hand, taught to survive The shock of creation, watched with His love and care Astride in the ocean and unknown that Satans ocean-skipping eye was there Envisaging end in the beginning, wrestling with Gods life, The eye of guile had sliced ​​the atom with Satanic knife.

Love And The Rind Of Time What is Time that man should be so mindful: The earth is aged 500 thousand millions of years, Allowing some hundred thousand millions of margin for error And man evolving a mere half-million years of consciousness, twilight and terror Only a flicker of eternity divides us from unknown beast And how far are we from the fern, the rose, essential yeast? Indeed in these light aeons how far From animal to evening star? Skip time for now and fix the eye upon eternity Eye gazing backward or forward it is the same Whether Mozart or short-order cook with an infirmity

Except the illuminations alter their shafts Except we would rather be Mozart, we want to last as long as Possible, to radiate, to sing Although in eternity it may be the same thing. In Gods universe according to report Nothing lapses, no gene is lost After centuries may bustle in the sport Which will in time command the line. Those who find it a little harder to live And therefore live a little harder, As struggling genes in oceanic plants Predestine voluntary cells that give The evolutionary turn to fish, then beast With multiplying brain that dominates earths feasts.

From weed to dinosaur through the peripheries of stars From furtherest star imperiled on the rind of time, How long to core of love in human mind? The Dual Angel The world dazed by Satanic glares Like country children spangled-eyed at county fairs Seeing no terror in trapeze, kinetic thrill of zones above listening, And the unheeded shrill of the world lost, rocketing in space, Despairs of those who are struck down upon Hells floor and die --or crawl awhile a little more. The screams are heard by blasted ears within the radiation zone And hanging eyes upon a cheek must see the charred and iridescent

Craze-- Earth orphaned by atom, each man alone. The furious intellect relating furtherest space to beyonddest time, Exalting abstractions, vaulting the 1 2 3, Defaulting from the simplest kinship, disjoining man from man, Seeing across oceans, and stumbling on a grain of sand. Almighty God! After the half a million years this is the century of decision Between obvious suicide and Mans transfigured vision. Here are the flowering plant, beast and the dual angel, The living who struggles with the weight of dead and, Recognizing victory, surmises radiance in lead. Father, Upon Thy Image We Are Spanned

Why are we split upon our double nature, how are we planned? Father, upon what Image are we spanned? Turning helpless in the garden of right and wrong Mocked by the reversibles of good and evil Heir of the exile. Lucifer, and brother of Thy universal Son Who said it is finished when Thy synthesis was just began. We suffer the sorrow of separation and division With a heart that blazes with Christs vision: That though we be deviously natured, dual-planned, Father, upon Thy image we are spanned. AVE