Forever and
forever, my Seraphim, my Seraphim!
Alone here on earth I
live, alone I shall die…?
And trade truth for
certainties, — yet all is uncertain!
And I listen to the
lies, and push the gravest ghosts aside:
Call them fables,
list I fear most;
And wait for the wolf
in his baaing hood,
The white hooded
wolf, flocked with dark leaves!
The one I pushed
aside: web-dark deep in the mind.
I live and sleep,
down deep, in a dew dipped lair,
One that none of us,
lie innocent in; here, loping and
Hoping, and blithely
talking, we tell our gooseherd tales—
Animal eyed,
ding-donged tales; hearthstone tales!
We are the wolf and
the fox, the sly and the meek, the thief!
And we tell them like
bleating, sweeping homespun
Enchanters: gobbling up attics long gone from our sight…
As the world spins
silently apart! —as the tall told tales
Are told far and
wide, with rose-shire red eyes: we eat,
Force-fed,
flock-falling hypocrisy, fleecily —!
The saga of man,
leaps and never sleeps, it is:
Bleak, boogied, and
bowed: yawning for the clouds!
And here I sit,
writing in a cyclone of silence.
Forever and forever,
my Seraphim, my Seraphim:
This, is what I was
part of when I lived: shielded by you!—
I, but a mere
winged-wrist, worn-out bed-reddened bird,
In the wooded, woods,
with woos and owls and tall tailed
Devils, dell mooned
devils; and shielded by a Seraphim,
Awaiting to be
brought home by, God’s Holy Ghost!
Written 20th of April, 2014 /No: 4312
By Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. h.c.
Copyright © April, 2014
