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Dark Poetry #5

Crossing Over

noman
Junior Member

since 2009-12-26

Posts 18

0 posted 2010-01-18 12:36 PM

Act 1

Desert:
From this height,
I see the coursing of the flood.
They came from out of the Spirit,
an unknown word in the dark
rattling the bones.  They pitched there.
And then from there to
the Ruin of the Crossing Over.

Crossing Over:
We are moving forward,
you From-Her-Mother's-Father.

Desert:
This knowledge gives appearance
as an eye from a fountain.
And from the fountain
coursing discovery.

From there they move to
the Green Place.

Crossing Over:
This something dug tastes as wine,
this something mourned
gives season its spice.
This twisting beam is the negative.

Desert:
From there they move to the River.

River:
This I said, They liked the sweet
but not the bitter; they wished to observe.
But not this: the long measure of things.
Therefore, the intake is denial,
and this player the only means.

Desert:
From there they move to the City on the Border,
and sing the Song of the Well.

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Act 2

Crossing Over:
This is the Song of the Well,

Ascend to the Sun, this dark place.
This the Ascending to the Sun.
Spring up, you Captain of the Bones.
You pry it with your crutch and eyesocket.
You prod it to a plot that bore it open,
this the Ascent to the Sun.

Desert:
This is the Song of the Well.

Crossing Over:
From our adversity, the grimness of desert
stretches forth. Extremity and distress
cast us. We empty, we civilize,
that by our test and audit
the winding dark is set.

Desert:
Flow, you pouring water, this import
is but a mark.
The rain is here.

Rain:
We focus and survey
that our surmise be surmise
that noise be sound
and drown this esteem.
We tread the time,
that by our many thunders
we cultivate the swell.

Crossing Over:
Grant us passage, you the many.
We are the service.
We are the served.
We are the hunter and the hunted.

Desert:
The marching many twist the tempo,
the knowing waste the warm hours.
Yet was never the tide of the south,
Nor judgment so designed.

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Act 3

Desert:
From there they went to
The Valley of God.

Crossing Over:
We are at the Height of the Lord.
They offered a gift,
but it was a bribe.  Bring us your children
to the place that is
the Height of the Lord.
And the wave swelled with giving.

Bring to the Master, the Archer, the Babbler.
Give to the Dreamer, the Furious, and Great.
We gave to the Giver, before and the after.
We gave to the Horseman, we prayed,
and we ate.

Archer, Dreamer, Master, Babbler:
It was in the effort of doing nothing
that I was born.  Some said faith.
Others definition.
And so acquired rules.
And by this, authority.
And so by authority, authority.
And rules became definitions.
And so the act born nothing.

Desert:
It was exactly this which happens.
I might have told them.  But they
would make a fire
where only light was need.
And so performed the purpose.

Crossing Over:
We are at the Height of the Lord.
We give here no account of the fall.

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Act 4

Crossing Over:
We stayed too late.
Something sets in too familiar.
Jade, and fracture, and then to shift.
We divide and separate
and in this way
climb the path to contemplation
and look upon the waste.

Let us move on.
Let us not live in a place not our own.
Let us go out of the land not our home.
There is nothing there.
Let us move on.
We send the angel of the host.

Angel:
Something old, but no one knows,
what the depths of ignorance
says is not so,
moves outside the window time
and with no other purpose
than but to destroy.

END

wicked
Junior Member

since 2010-01-29

Posts 22
Florida, USA

1 posted 2010-01-29 09:00 PM

oh. my. god.

that is insane. incredible.
*bows*

I am that I am,
And that makes it me.
I float like a rock
But I sting like a bee.

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