*“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face:
now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”*
-1 Corinthians 13:12
The half-light pale- a shroud
And light by cones is dimmed.
Let rods take slack against
The pall in onerous work.
There is no glass, darkly-
Nothing so brittle for the bare
Birthed of Eden land-
There is smoke and doubt.
Glass is sand and bonds.
No, more than this is cloud
To man, to hamper man.
Something moving, surely:
Length of grasping arm
And force of fiber, lew,
Is lame to pull this shade
That sets upon our sense.
Nyx, the whore, is suspect:
Her fruit conceed to Achlys-
Geras gives her work-
To ink the lens of Man.
The Great Goddess Night,
Her spawn as Stygian wraiths,
Take Solomon's grace and view
From even mighty Argus.
Granted, God has tools
For glass, but who has might
Enough to pull the mask
From Achlys, born of Night?
-c. c. Condry