We have descended
from an ageless bliss.
from an ageless bliss.
There we were
instantly and innocently
revealed to each other,
clearly, at a glance,
with wordless immediacy,
known to each other
with constant unremarked intimacy,
imperturbable in our bright array
by each other's side
instantly and innocently
revealed to each other,
clearly, at a glance,
with wordless immediacy,
known to each other
with constant unremarked intimacy,
imperturbable in our bright array
by each other's side
upon thrones of pure perfection.
It was sufficient for us to behold
It was sufficient for us to behold
and bear witness to each other,
for everything to be exposed
for everything to be exposed
to our eyes' effortless regard
and accepted by our heart's
infinite tenderness,
and when we walked
it was in temples and palaces
and when we talked
it was of the miracle of a world
constituted to make love possible,
a world made sense of
only by the rule of love,
a world where love without end
was the sum of all knowledge.
and accepted by our heart's
infinite tenderness,
and when we walked
it was in temples and palaces
and when we talked
it was of the miracle of a world
constituted to make love possible,
a world made sense of
only by the rule of love,
a world where love without end
was the sum of all knowledge.
What we now consider knowledge
is merely the dim outline
is merely the dim outline
of the all that has fallen into darkness
and is obscure in this era of our great forgetting,
and is obscure in this era of our great forgetting,
whose duration cannot be reckoned
because we have forgotten when it started,
because we have forgotten when it started,
for we have come down to this place,
here, now, where we slowly, inevitably,
ruin each other's lives
with each inept encounter:
every utterance an inadvertent insult
every utterance an inadvertent insult
ricocheting loudly off target,
words cheapened by the trade
words cheapened by the trade
and tedious barter of their meanings,
to become mere implements to brandish,
branches and broken things waved
in a futile ape-show of aggression,
to become mere implements to brandish,
branches and broken things waved
in a futile ape-show of aggression,
as we condescend to describe each other
only in terms of what we want,
congratulating ourselves
for our sophisticated insinuations,
the limited yet elaborate scope,
only in terms of what we want,
congratulating ourselves
for our sophisticated insinuations,
the limited yet elaborate scope,
and precise clarifications of our display;
or the means to beat the drum
or the means to beat the drum
so that we can pace and shuffle
through the rituals with which we mark
through the rituals with which we mark
the interval of time and space
to which we are now heir in this place,
tethered to the illusions of a flesh
to which we are now heir in this place,
tethered to the illusions of a flesh
that we use to trespass upon each other,
that we clutch and fumble as an escape
rather than as a celebration,
that we clutch and fumble as an escape
rather than as a celebration,
and afterwards we part
and wander the streets
alone like mute ghosts,
no longer able
even to summon the meagre effort
for a pretence of communication,
alone like mute ghosts,
no longer able
even to summon the meagre effort
for a pretence of communication,
and the world is a wind
that passes through us,
leaving us cold and empty
in our exhaustion and vagrancy,
attenuated and aimless,
that passes through us,
leaving us cold and empty
in our exhaustion and vagrancy,
attenuated and aimless,
beneath the slow captive orbit
of the white stone eye of night,
of the white stone eye of night,
an eye which indifferently observes us,
clouded and pale with a blindness
clouded and pale with a blindness
that balances everywhere and nowhere
in the dim crepescular equivalence of all things.
Where once there were temples and palaces
we walk among the wreckage
of our failed imagination,
in the dim crepescular equivalence of all things.
Where once there were temples and palaces
we walk among the wreckage
of our failed imagination,
but one of us
finds a forgotten tarnished crown
rattling in a gutter,
another some scattered pearls
rattling in a gutter,
another some scattered pearls
strung together once again
along discarded sinew of some carrion,
along discarded sinew of some carrion,
a third a rank rotting ermine robe
rescued from emboldened rats
rescued from emboldened rats
who once called it home.
We wear our garments.
We raise temples in the clouds
and build our palace on the moon
and now, at least,
We wear our garments.
We raise temples in the clouds
and build our palace on the moon
and now, at least,
are able to bear the sight of each other
once again,
arrayed in undisguised dilapidation,
to conceal what we have become.
once again,
arrayed in undisguised dilapidation,
to conceal what we have become.
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