Up Through The Darkness (Apr 22nd,2003) Poem by Nicholas McDonough

Day and night went by much like the shore
Heavy with the weight of centuries
Ravening burial clouds spread in black masses up through
the darkness and lower sullen and fast swimming
Above and ascending down the sky.
The victory of burial clouds shall not possess the sky now devouring only in apparition
The troops of dark-winged creatures flying to the goal
The twisted smiling face, dashed with sparkling dimples of the moon
The brooding scowl and murk the unloosened hurricanes
The unsubduedness, willfulness
Once again emerging immortal shining silvery, red, and golden again
With the understanding within myself, on my back the burden
of the world
Dead to rapture and despair but by whom?
What thing is it that never grieves or hopes
Cunning and heartless but of what?
Who spiraled and let down this brutal jaw?
Who's was the hand that lashed back once more?
Who's breath lit the light within this life?
Are these shared memories my own really
Of the dominion over sea and land
Tracing the stars searching the heavens for power
Feeling the passion of eternity?
Morn not for these things for something is more immortal even than stars enduring longer than the planets longer than the sun or the red stars in the mystical fathomless universe hidden in the floating ocean of my mind
The lonely state something that you always seek yet never gain, surely some right withheld some voice in huge monotonous rage of freedom lower pent
Some vast heart chained and chafed by lengthened swell and spasm and panting breath and rhythmic rasping and serpents hiss and savage peals of laughter of distant lion's roar
Sounding appealing to the sky's deaf ear but now rapport for once a phantom in the night the confidant for once the first and the last confession of the globe out surging muttering from the soul's abysms the tale of cosmic elemental passion you tell to a kindred soul
Is this the dream one dreams who shapes the suns and marks their ways upon the ancient deep?
Down all the dark winding caverns of hell, there is no shape more terrible more tongued with cries against the world's blind greed, filled with sings and portents for the soul, packed with danger to the universe between me and the seraphim such a gulf still a slave to the wheel are you, with the long reaches of the peaks of song and the rift of dawn, the reddening of the stars through this dread shapes the suffering ages look
Time's tragedy is in the aching stoop through this dread shape humanity betrayed, plundered, profaned, and disinherited, sires protest to the powers that made the world
A protest that is also prophecy