Dear eyes of lapis lazuli, mysterious home,
i saw my king, dumb, with legs of platinum,
erect on jezreel plain. An army of steel horses champed,
contested his white annihilating stools.
lo,
all split, they were as dust
What was beneath them went above them.
Some were yellow & despised, yet they struck
the millions of the bear.
Of all, 3 6's lived, roled out by chance;
the holey sank into the clay.
Too true, the eyeless deaf protest,
my I sees true.
. . . and i see Love. DEATH's red son RUIN hurries after, but He
thrusts high the lance of his red and silver song,
and waves it through the clouds singing
"Victory! Victory!" and dances on
He sings his naked one in grace,
self-laurelled, self-endowered;
shakes comfort from her living cup,
and speeds with wings headlong.
The indigo wheel, with its circle of sparks,
Shudders in his giant voice;
Lambs & children on the hills, trees & flowers
Hear August laugh, the vale rejoice!
Green hills, green land bursts out of earth!
Green islands rise, black sea sinks deep.
"Atlantis, rise!" Coast cities heave!
Shaking the net,
Dripping, emerging, gasping, wet
Sea, wet sky . . . become all clay . . .
Then, all that clay shudders! the four posts loose!
From clay to diamond every space:
then Will,
that mighty song we hear --
that spacious song, that is our voice --
to waltzing mountains, diamond race that thrust & fuck on the sounding wheel:
jarring dinsonance smooothed to a garden song,
the whirling sinphony "Amor!" (ah more)
harmonious hope in billions of I's
ah more! ah more!
& in that rewhirling diamond sky,
a tango of wreckage,
the diamond men thrust out
you, DEATH
& the whole ol-live world, the whole all-live world & God
tout le monde
turned
a living diamond . . .
Death shrank - to death +
A
DIAMOND
RUBY
ol-living
leaving behind the mundane
tutte le mondeč
a dancing diamond!
kodo khan
i wont to be wong
put out the I of death
to a singing diamond
in courts of the sea i'd have her chiefly made
no maid at all
thanam o'n dhoul
wie end held zum siegen
D
IA
MON
DIA
D
I AM
M O N D E
DIE
AM
MONDE
wie ein held zum siegen
(and we all pantalone
skeletons with elegant capes, panache:
The braking wave breaks over all eventually)
My aureation is upon me:
It is to wage peace by land sea & air:
we shall create out of the net!