Can you remember a time
before we came into this cell?
they sought an abstract good
inside the earth
and brought forth demons;
what good was the abstract good
without the fallible gesture?
Bewitched, woken on the hither shore
amongst the usual litter,
transmuted in time from the less
to the more loved, madness
and confusion, at last resolved
You will be provided with the key
that will unlock the hidden beauty
of these turgid tones, and what cymbals
strained each other shall melt together
in their higher felt relation.
becomes eclectic and supersedes
your worst apprehension
baleful nature of things
that darkened the spring sky, suddenly
a miasma. Rising from the earth
thrown across the electric clouds
a witch's veil over milkless moon -
I ran and ran and ran
and found no resting place.