[BNP/E3, 49A4 – 76-77]

15-XI-1915

Only when Right is Might

     Can Kight be Kight…

The Sun that shines must

     Cast the shades and make–

Near everything is local night

By which each thing

     Its matter {…} doth peer 

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The great primeval solite

Of night and death

Oer which the Spirit doth bear

That shall give breath

To that future existing ever in it

|Which because in it is infinite.|

The antenatal chaos made 

Of God’s yet emptiness of universe,

That with a timeless time does trade

And with infinity commerce –

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That Time that is God’s aura and visible spirit

In the chaos and night

That Space that is God’s concave presence

In his convexity’s pure essence,

That unborne birth of God’s being near

To where is neither Now and Then,

That dim sad fore-oblivion of all

That real we call –

This shall bark through

The eyes of the spaces between things

And our hearts woo

To brood with God-informed imagings 

Or what is truer behind what is true…

This be even thought

Each pregnant hour

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That from Eternity is brought

To wear existence’s void power;

This be the purpose and the end

Of what our earths[1] mind doth pretend.

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Alas, the world is not enough

Nor life all that we wish in bliss…

Something, of a far subtler stress,

Than thought can handle or dreams possess,

Must ever tell our souls to yearn

For what its void reality

That still doth definitive so pun

Makes me on {…} to be.

 
[1] Of what our earths /of God’s\