Monday, December 30, 2013
Certain Poets Read The Skies As They Did Before
writing in diamonds on the winter skies
God in His singular Castle keeps the night
and tries once more to scatter poems
from the crystal highlands of His ultimate Preciousness.
but I am semi-precious and can't
quite catch the drift, do you?
of all this silver coinage everywhere.
and rubies that can't be spent
are gathering in His West
where the slow swans rise.
oh, ever new cryptology that can't be
though we are trying to-
transcribing what we knew before
or thought we did-
and what we almost hear
mary angela douglas 30 december 2013;rev. 21 november 2014