Here silk hope crumbled, the rough hand decayed That charged imagination's sweet heresy As if man's knotted mind had coyly played Its final line like Shelley on the Lerici-- 5 Infinite in the instant's autumn ecstasy Despite of Death's splay yaw and indecision. Though human and immortal, no human grace he Found. Till flesh foundered he met derision Only. Then spirit's keen herald need meet the call-- 10 Flashing imperious light where e're he dwelled. Burst free from body's bounds he broke his thrall To time and space, though quickened bells knelled Einstein's circularity to his spirit's ash: He roared alone the universe entire, all its call and crash! 15 Daniel Weeks Gregg G. Brown
From the collection "Ascent"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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