A thousand worlds to the unkept minute hasten, Reveilleing wars in the dumb trumpet of a second taken, Not noted in passing, and yet has passed, An immortality of Fancy stirred and drunken--- 5 A paradise in apprehension that cannot last. (Oh that the ticking world were not by Time's arrow driven, And pulses and seconds could dilate against the shriven!) Just so my many angel-flights have come and fluttered, Dropping golden feathers against pearl-wrought steps 10 That spiralled out inner domes to top uncreated matter And peep-out hot-made mysteries where colder stars had shone; I, in my heart's laboratory, keep the chemical key alone. Blood notes writ with the devil's eyelash wash and drip; But only I, alone as bone, snap the raw and bleeding whip.
From the collection "Divine Revolt"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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