[BNP/E3, 49A3 – 33]

17-II-13

There lived, I know not when, never perhaps­ -

But the fact is he lived – an uncrowned[1] king

Whose kingdom was the strange Kingdom of Gaps

He was lord of what is twixt thing and thing.

Of interbeings, of that part of us

That lies between our waking and our sleep

Between our silence and our speech, between

Us and our consciousness of us; and thus

A strange mute kingdom did that weird king keep

Sequestered from our thought of space and scene.

__________

Those supreme purposes that never reach

The deed - between them and their pined thinking[2]

He rules sceptreless by {…}. He is the mystery which

Is between eyes and sight, nor blind nor seeing. 

Himself is never ended nor begun,

Above his own void presence he {…} empty shelf.

All He is but a chasm in his own being,

A loss, a void, {…} his untrace {…} pelf.

All think that He is God, except Himself.

 
[1] uncrowned /unnamed\ /unknown\
[2] their pined thinking /the deed undone\