Fragment for a Child

Sleep Deep, Sleep Deep O Darkling Child,
O Unborn-birth of Halls Eternal,
Ye who shall ever descend in Divine Presence,
Ye who shall ever die to the World in Waking,
I shall pass in Death through Thee, O my Love
In the Name of God let Open this Door,
where Hells-summit is torn I’ll fly,
the blood-shod skies unfold and runneth over,
from my Mothers side I am rent and fed
upon mountains-milk; the pale-airs sit,
whilst yellow-fires dance in the cavernous
ruin of the newly formed flesh; Nerves
like rivers of feeding-roots hang perpetual,
and like waterfalls dance and divide
O’er an Aching-void, Her breath a soft-moan
through a fragrant-wood; The cedar-trees breathe;
O coalesce in body of earth and brain,
O Hidden Life of me, Raise me upon Open-airs,
Born in Thy Presence, I am a Mountain-blossom
of aspiring-Genius, dark-vegetation of the Imagination
formless, sculpting, searching, filling empty-spaces,
animating Natures burning cold-throne, the Spirits
trickle from my brow as sweat, perfumes of the Unseen
aspire to the Summit through base or pure desires
or annihilation; through pride even could construct
a Castle of Upper-airs as a Tomb of brooding,
even here the Dust will settle upon the cold slab,
Cast your gaze upon the labyrinth of the World,
Each shade of direction a blessing or curse clinging,
many a misleading-Door, as its structure, its science
enchants thee with Selfish-rapture, the beauty of form,
the Sirens of proportion and sleeping-song, Obscure,
even the Saints which gather in thy Heart in Presence
are now waylaid in War, and the Lawful-choirs grasp
now at the lengthless shadow of the Ladder,
each Intelligence falls back upon the Mountain.
O Where lies the Gate of the Eternals?
. Deep into the Valley, into the Valley of Abandon I fall
The Babe lies asleep in the honeycomb-cradle of Sarmoun.
Moisture enshrouds; What Shining-pool hath held my gaze
for an Eternal-day? Embrace me now O aching Earth,
Let our Love be as a Bridge between new-born Worlds;
As a Seraph-soul in descent, I enter the Cave
I cross the Expanse inbetween
God becomes Absence within me, an Unbegotten Genius.
O Thou, who wears the Shadow and Depths as a Flesh,
for One moment, the fiery-water around me shall fade
into Silence; the Angels death-knell-howl shall drown
in flaxen flame; The cold, craving-winds, lent from the
lungs of the dead and dying,(lungs burnt by Holy-breath
to fine incense-ash through years of prayer, yearning
and fasting) to me cling; the Soul grows rigid and heavy;
With One Kiss the Heavens are assembled, and the
Infernal-spheres quickened; We shall lay between in pools
as in a dream, co-mingling; Even those grasping-
ghosts shall adhere to my funeral-Dress; Each scale
of decent resonates a more barren landscape, though
with taste of fierce pain, cometh a more fitting taste
of bliss; As I fall, All will be ours in an Eternal-Kiss
The Universe shall be consumed by the throat of Abyss,
as All is again called-back, as the Lost return Home.
Man Births God, Compresses the Infinite-various into One,
and Gives Birth twice more through a swinging Double-door;
Thrown forth into the Void, the Child of Light doth pour
a Flood of joy betwixt Hells; Fire and Fire face one another;
Whose Seraph-lips kiss with forked-tongues of rose-flame;
and greedily taste the thrown-off flesh of the Dead.
Innocence sits upon a Weeping-Lilly in my Lap,
Trumpets bray, The Sound is a Birth-cry; I Rise
and hurl a Satan like lead-clouds beneath and far off,
Hanging Thou in place, always waiting... lovely Angels,
whom I adore and wear as ornaments, Open thine eyes
of Holy-fire, and at my bidding the Stars shall weep,
sweep outward over un-fashioned-earth like great fans,
stirring the clock-work winds; This Child is no tyrant,
nor are the Powers prison-keepers, but Graces
Your own Heart boar them, do you not Remember?
all of the Wells of Light open upon Night-sky freely,
and the Burning-mountain breaks through the black-ice,
Atop, an utter-paradise enjoyed amidst the maelstrom;
There unrolled a laughing-breath upon the Mechanism of the
World; Tombs opened; The Lilly which wept raised
its sleepy head, drawing drink from its own Being,
No Child ever passing through that black-door
is slain, but becomes young, again and again; I watched
the Child of Light grow cold in his own longing, like a Still-
born Babe in Mothers-arms, inward he descended and fell
expelled the Hidden treasures unto open-armed Hell,
Look, thine reflection obscure in the Lake of Fire.
I see into thine Heart O Betrayer, O Flaming corpse!
Dancing in a place of terror, inner-fire unreleased
burning a cavity away, eating thy innards, a wicked-cave
in which to celebrate self; You may bed with your beasts
and breed evil upon the world; They may cast thee out
Ascending, may you spend your riches, whatever Gifts laid at
thy feet,( a joyful idea enthroned sits upon your Hearts
Virgin-altar), a gem of Creation pulled away from the
Water and hid; A silver sphere rolling between sheets of
fire, a great-mouth gasping, an aching agony of love
lamented-over; Oh, Manifest Thy soft rosy-flesh like fruit
before my Lady; Do partake, I beg thee, of a Child’s Love,
a taste and a kiss of Sublime-song quickened to thy pulse, as
bees into a golden-bowl bed their honey, Beneath blue
night-folds of jasper; Flow like streams from ample-sky
upon thy trembling shoulders, and raise the Earth to drink
from its Death-rest; Oh Child of coruscating-cold, ageing
upon the unfurled-wave, its curls of gold-coin brushed by,
and murmuring, its foam; Sculpt thy motions from marble,
the Wisdom of the Lady fills the cradle; Recollect thy
former Raptures; The stain of a crooked-Tree raised in
polluted-womb; Bruise thy lips, gather these grapes accursed,
Brood of hell, I see thy rhythms and workings in the loose fabric,
Worlds lie in wait, begging for thy flesh as a feast,
Moons anchor like pale-apples, worms burrow deep
The Child bears up as a Man between armies standing,
The Virtual, a Sword that directs thy Sacrifice
A Ghost howled and danced upon the field of the dead
and healed the One who watched his breath,
The Mountains descended from the heavens, and
Christ passed through coal-water, I groaned as
I pressed up against the cooling-star, the wood bled
and speaking-rock was witness, sin sought sin
all the Day, and the sufferers begged for more torment,
A lull, a rift in One Vision, the skies bend and wilt
The Child is an old man, he lay upon his bed
Reflecting, his beard lengthens, descends to hades,
a black flame as a stairway, walk the path lone dervish
Thy stairs are striped of a corroding-fire, Thy face
is burnt in soot, thy heart charred, hide in darkness,
chalk of bone clutching shows, those fragments of hell
held onto; he hath thrown his beasts into the fire
from whence they came, their time shall come again,
the Moving-Light calls, the Song is so strong,
even all thy evils are as a shallow-gasp, thy chest
tightening; Never a curse upon your Father, never an
abandonment of your loving Mother; Never a Rose
with hanging-hem crushed into unfertile-soil, never
an unclaimed Gift; Oh sweetest Child of Intuition,
O how this death in life hath driven thee to Vision,
I raised thee up in me and the temples-walls split,
I recall the wombless Birth, the unopened world
which called to me; Why should I look Without?
I had the Key and kissed my lover-Judgement
and all the singing children laughed beneath the Tree,
and the Children of Satan sit, ever-still, Listening,
But where the laughing-ones are, so are the Angry
looking back upon their brothers through a Mirror
in the Waters;