"interpenetrating" poems

Colliding; the collusion of day and night Of things co-exsisting, theirs, Light and darkness. Blazing across the ethereal plain An arch angelic inferno. Infinite is the horizon Confluently coloured; eminence Transforming smouldering heat. An auric aureole interpenetrating diverse bi-unity, Illuminative transcension igniting The charcoal black vast depths of heaven, space. The eternal perfection ordained, twilight Zenith sense turbulent like the oceans tide Anthropomorphic legions, lingering shadows In the purgatory of mischievous children. Blood gushing like emotions, Sacraments ordained for sacrifice Canonised; Sepulchre Immortal legions mortal as the knell echoes This side of paradise, Heaven an altar A church altar, rapidly retreating As stars disperse like candles fading- Sacrilegious; sepulchre Of angels fallen. 1997 ELEETE J MUIR

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Jan 11, 2014

Jan 11, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC

eleete-j-muir

Deism

Colliding; the collusion of day and night Of things co-exsisting, theirs, Light and darkness. Blazing across the ethereal plain An arch angelic inferno. Infinite is the horizon Confluently coloured; eminence Transforming smouldering heat. An auric aureole interpenetrating diverse bi-unity, Illuminative transcension igniting The charcoal black vast depths of heaven, space. The eternal perfection ordained, twilight Zenith sense turbulent like the oceans tide Anthropomorphic legions, lingering shadows In the purgatory of mischievous children. Blood gushing like emotions, Sacraments ordained for sacrifice Canonised; Sepulchre Immortal legions mortal as the knell echoes This side of paradise, Heaven an altar A church altar, rapidly retreating As stars disperse like candles fading- Sacrilegious; sepulchre Of angels fallen. 1997 ELEETE J MUIR

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Interpenetrating your cosmic tree if I am to survive this visionary fancy With my ever existent images we skip contemplative thought and descend into The Divine Abyss

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Dec 17, 2011

Dec 17, 2011 at 1:46 AM UTC

cisiany-olivar

Axis Mundi

Interpenetrating your cosmic tree if I am to survive this visionary fancy With my ever existent images we skip contemplative thought and descend into The Divine Abyss

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Trees and the menace of night; Then a long, lonely, leaden mere Backed by a desolate fell, As by a spectral battlement; and then, Low-brooding, interpenetrating all, A vast, gray, listless, inexpressive sky, So beggared, so incredibly bereft Of starlight and the song of racing worlds, It might have bellied down upon the Void Where as in terror Light was beginning to be. Hist! In the trees fulfilled of night (Night and the wretchedness of the sky) Is it the hurry of the rain? Or the noise of a drive of the Dead, Streaming before the irresistible Will Through the strange dusk of this, the Debateable Land Between their place and ours? Like the forgetfulness Of the work-a-day world made visible, A mist falls from the melancholy sky. A messenger from some lost and loving soul, Hopeless, far wandered, dazed Here in the provinces of life, A great white moth fades miserably past. Thro' the trees in the strange dead night, Under the vast dead sky, Forgetting and forgot, a drift of Dead Sets to the mystic mere, the phantom fell, And the unimagined vastitudes beyond.

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William Ernest Henley

Trees And The Menace Of Night

Trees and the menace of night; Then a long, lonely, leaden mere Backed by a desolate fell, As by a spectral battlement; and then, Low-brooding, interpenetrating all, A vast, gray, listless, inexpressive sky, So beggared, so incredibly bereft Of starlight and the song of racing worlds, It might have bellied down upon the Void Where as in terror Light was beginning to be. Hist! In the trees fulfilled of night (Night and the wretchedness of the sky) Is it the hurry of the rain? Or the noise of a drive of the Dead, Streaming before the irresistible Will Through the strange dusk of this, the Debateable Land Between their place and ours? Like the forgetfulness Of the work-a-day world made visible, A mist falls from the melancholy sky. A messenger from some lost and loving soul, Hopeless, far wandered, dazed Here in the provinces of life, A great white moth fades miserably past. Thro' the trees in the strange dead night, Under the vast dead sky, Forgetting and forgot, a drift of Dead Sets to the mystic mere, the phantom fell, And the unimagined vastitudes beyond.

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