Charade By Moonlight Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Clouds pass over face of moon
a kaleidoscope of patterns.
Never same clouds
never remain clouds
urge impelled exerted
always gliding on.
Never stop here long
before thrust forward gone.

Some pause momentarily
in their mystic flight.
I’ve seen this pondered
by day through night.
I’ve seen the moon hide
her ghostly pale
haughty haunting face
in veils of yellow green.

Even charades of orange violet
countless were redeeming hues of red.
I’ve seen I’ve seen
what have I seen moon?
I live in twilight
for shadow.
Has passed over
my soul.

Death circles
close overhead.
Discerned are signs
meaning
written in destiny
ascribed from forgotten lore.
I’m ill I’m sick I live
I live on feebly.

Hoping to pass on
a little a little a little I know.
Before it’s too late
so a fraction attained may survive.
I’m ill I’m sick I know
time is near terminated end.
Clinging clinging hold holdout
expending reservoir residue.

Last dregs precious energy gone.
Consumed finally hold hold hold.
Retention retain retain strain strain.
Draw on moonlight wax moonlight
Draw Draw Strain Strain Pain.
Can’t Can’t Inhuman Pain Pain.
Draw on moonlight wax on moonlight
heartbeat heartbeat moonbeat.

Moon seek seek.
Draw on moonlight wax on moonlight.
Shadows falls over face of moon.
Draw on power of night
change change oblivion entropy
threatens fight fight.
Cosmic energy flows flows flows
draw on draw on hold tight.

Hold close hold hold tight.
Cosmic energy flows flows
permeates pervaded space.
Secret of all organic life
attain restrain convert exert.
Cosmic kinetic forces imparting motion.
Corpuscle level established
freed matter yielding stabilized.

Kneaded to regeneration. Prognosis
prodigy sanction assent. Will
comply. Neo-entry conform
confirmed. Aura emanating
flow forth registering
on humanoid light spectrum
as limited variable
white translucent sheen.

Control atrophy
reverse reverse
build build grow anew
grow grow dominate
all basic functions.
Remember mission mission
something must
something must survive. Survive.

Grasp. Apply.
The Metaphysical Principals.
The Momentary. All knowing.
Implications. Linkage.
Contained Within The Cosmic Flash.
The Godhead Principle. Attained. Realized.
As Instantaneous tapping. Subconsciously.
Fusing Into. Merging Into. The Cosmic All.

Renormalization.
Of The Uncertainty Principle.
Into General Relativity.
Plus Imaginary Time.
In Quantum Mechanics.
Equals Life. As Late Twentieth Century.
Human Race. Variants.
Knows It. Primitive Perceptions.

With The Adjustment.
Of The Strength.
Of Solar Flux Gravity.
And The Estranged Value.
Of The Cosmological Constant.
Removes Inversion.
Unnecessary Infinities.
Allowing The Prediction.

Of Certain QX Qualities.
Such As The Curvature.
Of Warp Space-Time.
As Realities Infinite.
Yet Qualities Observed.
Phantom Measured.
To Be Perfectly Finite.
In Supergravity Field Equations.

As Different Aspects.
Of The Same Star Treak.
Superparticle Anomalies.
Unless 6X4G-Slice Computed Allowing.
For String Theories.
With Faze Effect Particles.
Occupying. A Single.
Point Of Flex Space.

But No Other Dimension.
With World History.
Represented By A line.
In Space-Time.
As The World Line.
Thereby-Entering History.
In Space-Time.
As A Two-Dimensional Surface.

In The World Sheet.
Corresponding.
To A H-Shaped Tube.
Where The Two Vertical Sides.
Of The H.
Correspond To.
The Particles.
In The Sun.

And The Earth.
And The Horizontal.
Crossbar.
Corresponds.
To The YB.
Graviton.
That Flow Rae Travels.
Between Them.

“And the will therein lieth,
which dieth not.
Who knoweth the mysteries
of the will, with its vigour?
For God is but a great will
pervading all things
by nature of its intentness.
Man doth not yield
him to the angels,
not unto death utterly,
save only through the weakness
of his feeble will.” – Joseph Glanvill.

Wait Wait control dominate.
Remember mission.
Something must remain.
Do I live? Do I live? I know not.

I know I know I feel
I feel I think I live!
Still yet I breathe.
I breathe I triumph.

Was ill. Was sick.
But it’s nothing.
Nothing a bullet
wouldn’t cure.

Nothing a bullet
wouldn’t terminate.

In these last.
Fleeting moments.

Still signifying.

Vulnerability.

Blink.

Three strand language
picture imaging confirmed.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Edgar Allan Poe wrote his story ‘Ligeia’ using the above quoted lines supposedly written by Joseph Glanvill as the introduction. Poe wrote the intent of his story ‘Ligeia’ around the implications of these lines. I rearranged the structure of Glanvill’s lines and put it into a modern language context variant. As a tribute to Edgar Allan Poe, when writing this modernized macabre on lines close to the original theme, with a space conquest twist.