The Trinity Has Existed in Lapis Passion for Eternity
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“An individual’s poetic quality is a
function of his gift of love”
~ Robert Goffin
“Sa seule beauté était dans ses yeux
d’un bleu pale irradié de
bleu foncé, les plus beaux yeus” ~ Ernest Delahaye
If poetry arises as a gift
Of heart, sends thrums as pumping functions of
The maker’s arteries and veins—the lift
Of yelling liquid oxygen called love—
Then poets act as rockets to the spheres
That pre-existed constellations’ moons
For God was breathing long before jazz tears
And long before whatever fragrant runes
He spoke against the nothingness around
Divinity. His villanelle was like
The eyes of Rimbaud, like aromas drowned
In lightest blue, pierced by the spike, spike, spike
Of night’s soul stabs of starkest navy light,
Perfection made more faultless by that blight.