October 20, 2006

From the Archive: Holy Sonnet III


There is one force to fuse the universe.

Is jealousy a fallen form of love,

Wrath a misunderstanding of above?

And what our ancestors calld Adam’s curse

A fractured reflection of the grand

And ancient scheme our divine selves created,

When with our seed the future permeated,

With nourishing desire, filled the land.

My love it is a drunken spinning wheel

With one still center which will never move,

And tho the sands the four winds breathing feel.

Our lives exist infinity to prove.

The twist is that the fuel we call desire

Will never be consumed despite the fire.

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