In my rhyme I shall communicate of the trials, woes, and joys-
To incident yet unhatched...;
Of snooze and departure that lie ahead...and of anomalous music
As He beckons the worldwide to his command,
In the haunting somberness of twilight-.
Somewhere I misplaced my passing grace, and here you stood-
Thou deadliest face...;
For a time: to describe the black maria unrest: in mercies unconfused
As He beckons the global to his command,
In the unforgettable semidarkness of twilight-.
To whom the eternal fires belong (an untouchable heart)-
Numbered is thy phenomenon...;
A hymn, He hums: milk sickness the evening-of sleety flesh
As he beckons the global to his command,
In the haunting somberness of twilight-.
Silent I swerve from time, that holds power over all-
As Orion's blade passes by...;
Gives way to the Devils offensive Firmament: warfare
As He beckons the worldwide to his command,
In the unforgettable sombreness of twilight-.
Unarmed, He and I trivet (like meaningless clay) in the sun-
Awaiting the obscurity...;
A kill past for him, over Orion's clean-cut sword
As He beckons the global to his command,
In the haunting semidarkness of twilight-.
Note: 908 (11-1-2005); "...written in Lima, Peru, in my library, in the gentleness obscurity of the period..." The Author