The straining toward that which we hope and pray for . . .
22.5.11
Oh world - oh beautiful, weary, lively,
Sun-drenched, rain-soaked sphere
Of quantified and qualified existence.
Oh world of intricate divisive patternings,
Of complicated introspections and desires,
Of evenscent and all-consuming personality.
Oh world of indescribably painful love,
Blood-soaked, guilt-ridden realm,
Exemplified in bona-fide experience.
Oh world - oh God, oh everlasting countenance,
Moon-struck, star-blasted emptiness -
Waiting for the advent of universal synchronisation.
Oh world - oh ongoing altercation of infinite flux,
Dice-thrown, rune-shaken, intimately arcane,
Wandering as long-lost excursions away from innocence.
Oh world - oh God of uncompromising destiny,
Age-defying, self-describing complex
Of incalculable and irretrievable perpetuity . . .
Wait on - wait on - and stand patiently aside from the
Incessant alternation of imagination with reality,
Bringing finality to the principle of unconditional existence.
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worth a second read--there are some fine lines here