Tercelet

Oh I, that day–

when first that fierceness flashed into view,

circling loops in cascading centrifuge,

power in variegated plumes plunging

from the sun into shadow, laconically splitting

the vernal vault–and I at the vortex–

as earthward his errand dropping, empyreal,

from instantaneous lunge to litheful landing,

the gift here gathered in dun-grievance.

*

Oh I, like him–

to burn, roil, and blaze with brash

and ravenous exaltation, to rave and revel

in ecstasy at God’s extravagance: expunge

gray, gangrenous glooming for light,

life, virilant love, and lustrous,

voracious, baptismal-vast vitality.

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One response to “Tercelet

  1. Lorilie

    Ah – GMH would be proud, I think!

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