Job And The German Mystic…


Four on the fold;
Turned within:

Coil and Pyramid

An eye for an eye makes
No world deaf
No love held
No life had

Not a moment here
Or a road in sight

[…]

Once upon a time, when
you, like him along the Rhine
Thought of your reflection,
Mutable in the current

You too grasped that chance for
No representation, no reality
Beyond that weariness

Yet
Your pain, you didn’t know
Became the king’s austerity

[…]

Cloak and Dagger, a dove came
In the night like a thief on the hour arrived
Unexpectedly, inexplicable as
A sickness or sage or words to tell why

Why?
Why?
Why me?

She too stole that power from,
Usurping the crown from above
Reason, elevated unto
—Passed down from—
Hand in hand in the Court of the heart
And here yet again

Yet again you’re here!

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V. St. Clare: Writer (blogger, rarely-published poet, short story writer, would-be novelist, and essayist), armchair philosopher, half-assed mystic, professional a-hole, and so forth.I'm a dislocated suburban cowboy looking for enlightenment in the age of the eschaton. I've been actively writing since ca. 2004-2006.I blog and maintain a personal site at 'The Grand Tangent'. {thegrandtangent.com}I also run a small, online magazine called 'The Drunken Llama'. {thedrunkenllama.com} I welcome submissions to the site. If you'd like to submit your poetry or other artistic works, please see {https://thedrunkenllama.com/about/}.
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