THE SUN NOW ANGLES DOWNWARD, AND SOUTHWARD.
THE SUMMER, THAT IS, APPROACHES ITS FINAL FULFILLMENT.
THE FOREST IS SILENT, NO WIND-STIR, BIRD-NOTE, OR WORD.
IT IS TIME TO MEDITATE ON WHAT SEASON HAS MEANT.
BUT WHAT IS MEANINGFUL LANGUAGE FOR SUCH MEDITATION?
WHAT IS A WORD BUT WIND THROUGH THE TUBE OF THE THROAT?
WHO DEFINES THE RELATION BETWEEN THE WORD SUN AND THE SUN?
WHAT WORD HAS GLITTERED ON WHITECAP? OR LURED BLOSSOM OUT?
WALK DEEPER, FOOT SOUNDLESS, INTO THE FOREST.
STOP, BREATH BATED. LOOK SOUTHWARD, AND UP, WHERE HIGH LEAVES
AGAINST SUN, IN VERNAL TRANSLUCENCE, YET GLOW WITH THE FRESHEST
YOUNG TINT OF THE LOST SPRING. HERE NOW NOTHING GRIEVES.
CAN ONE, IN FACT, MEDITATE IN THE HEART, RAPT AND WORDLESS?
OR FIND HIS OWN VOICE IN THE TOWERING GUST NOW FROM NORTHWARD?
WHEN BOUGHS TOSS----IS IT IN JOY OR PAIN AND MADNESS?
THE GOLD LEAF----IS IT WHIRLED IN ANGUISH OR ECSTASY SKYWARD?
CAN THE HEART'S MEDITATION WAKE US FROM LIFE'S LONG SLEEP,
AND INSTRUCT US HOW FOOLISH AND FOND WAS OUR LABOR SPENT----
US WHO NOW KNOW THAT ONLY AT DEATH OF AMBITION DOES THE DEEP
ENERGY CRACK CRUST, SPURT FORTH, AND LEAP
FROM GROTTOES, DARK----AND FROM THE CAVERNED ENCHAINMENT?
----ROBERT PENN WARREN
'TO BE MADE AWARE OF THE VIOLENCE WHICH 'CUSTOM' PROTECTS US FROM'-FRANCIS BACON
IT IS ONGOING CUSS-TOMS OF RITUALS THROUGH 'AL VEL LEGIS' BOOK OF LAWS IN LAWS OF FLAWS...
'A'-'L'
ANCIENT ECHOES...
BLOOD FERTILITY AS 'BLOODSHED SETS OUR CLOCKS'...
MASS-OCCUR MADNESS IN MASSACRE 'SACRIFICES'-DEEPLY FELT AND COMMONLY SHARED...
VIOLENCE IN DIVISIVENESS OF ONE OUT OF MANY IN SOCIAL DARWINISM OF RULE OF THE FEW AND ASSETS GREATER THAN LIVES...
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