Wednesday, October 10, 2012

to the zenith

the rise and set of sun and moon - 
we doubt which of these was under a celestial guardianship.
it could only be a symptom of secret pain, the whole expanse of nature -
no more than his soul.
beheld there in dull red light, burning duskily
such shape gave it so little definiteness.
he gazed upward, perfectly aware.
at no great distance from the miraculous.

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