Who Can See Into Forever?
Who can see into forever?
O’er spanning centuries,
Time beyond the never never,
Far beyond the ashen seas…
Aye, the guise is sure and certain,
Adam can in very sooth,
There he lies beyond the curtain,
Housed in him our truest truth.
Even though a fallen father,
Even though with addled mind,
He’s the oldest known forefather,
Crystal sight though battered blind.
Who can fathom swarthy blackness?
Ages lost to memory,
Make the veil pull back in slackness,
In a psychic reverie…
Walks that happened in the midnight,
Talks that lingered in the gloam,
Hidden vistas drowned in twilight,
All of it in Adam’s home.
Fair dominions lit with laughter,
Pastures overrun with stock,
Venison hung from the rafter,
Pheasants in a fulsome flock.
All abundance given gladly,
Every brand of pleasure swift,
Gods that render love so madly,
All before the tragic rift…
Long descents into destruction,
Hell’s dominion slammed in view,
All the captives in abduction,
Satan’s blank and Christless crew.
Sickness in the place of sunlight,
Curses rank as mouldy stone,
Sordidness placed in the limelight,
Spells that men of hell intone.
Wantonness and wormwood peril,
Fly the coop in hopelessness!
Spells from Satan that imperil,
Dingy light in wan caress.
All these scenes in Adam written,
All the dramas played in full,
Mesmerised — with Satan smitten,
Held bereft within the pull.
Now, in maudlin meditation,
Sitting in the afternoon,
What a sorry devastation,
Losing Adam and his boon.
Even flowers pall in wonder,
Even silence seems oblique,
With all goodness galled asunder,
Left in putrid hellish reek.
All the candle — melted glumly,
All the scented wax is spent,
In depression thinking dumbly,
Paralysed in lifeless bent.
Aye, my body slumps to liquid,
Torpid in the grip of gloom,
Scrutinising heaven’s picture,
Spying cataclysmic doom…
ADL
Wantonness and wormwood peril,
Fly the coop in hopelessness!
Spells from Satan that imperil,
Dingy light in wan caress.
All these scenes in Adam written,
All the dramas played in full,
Mesmerised — with Satan smitten,
Held bereft within that pull.
Now, in maudlin meditation,
Sitting in the afternoon,
What a sorry devastation,
Losing Adam and his boon.
Even flowers pall in wonder,
Even silence seems oblique,
With all goodness galled asunder,
Left in putrid hellish reek.
All the candle — melted glumly,
All the scented wax is spent,
In depression thinking dumbly,
Paralysed in lifeless bent.
Aye, my body slumps to liquid,
Torpid in the grip of gloom,
Scrutinising heaven’s picture,
Spying cataclysmic doom…
ADL
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