Parament

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The spirit world is not as spectral in

It colors, in its mauves and oranges, pinks

And greens as veils, so halo-like and thin

Spread wide, more spirit like than ghosts with winks

In blackness, blackness in a perfect sphere

And blackness in the universe around

It.  Beauties in the waving rainbows sheer

Away to graciousness in curvings bound

For utter darkness and to deeps unknown,

Unknowable.  Pale filaments like threads

Of strange divinities are stretched and blown

Towards angels who have never felt death’s dreads.

  Infinities within infinities

    Are hinted at in swerved affinities.

by phillipw | Dec 30, 2023 | SO, SP | 0 comments