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.