Continually graced to rise
Now Tides
Won't ebb
From dead seas
A great flood emerges to
Wash home humanity
An ocean of wisdom creates two
quench fiery pyres'
Vanity
in cinders at my seams
Experiencing
Reward like suffering
Sweet Lightbringer, most copious
Mellifluous Lightbringer
took the great fall for us
took the greatest fall for us
in the blinding light;
in statu nascendi; the very concept of falling taken from us
Now noumenonal Tides
won't ebb now they just rise
from dead seas
a great flood emerging to wash home
Experience
reward like suffering
God's borders know no love1 and
Featureless oceans
Know no borders
And now
Noumenonal Tides
won't ebb now won't just rise
Turn maelstrom
Anew
a new angel
Of history's fogs
No back turned this time
back to past
back to future
a tense Back
tense past days of future bring this present back
See
Angelus vertiginous
Caliginous in universal sclerosis
lay the lier
Navigate scarred maps
now among the Tides that now rise
now won't ebb
Drawing, In the rising mists drawing - drawing distance, drawing with myst
oceans of wisdoom
play the liar
Transcendental Lyre
a comfy emptiness engulfs the
Fire so bright to ban the shadows without
We
can't see the light
the blinding light
Befogged
Benighted
Befallen
Be
Experience
Reward
Like
Suffering
See!
in statu ardescendi,
(the very concept of falling taking from us)
Sign
Sing,
for singing bans the gloom
ENTHUSE and play the lyre
in an all-seeing room
wise worship, horsewhip the doom
See?
The Babylonian Hetaira; god-birtha; towering
She!
Tells all the stories.
She!
Fells all the worries.
She!
Knells all the sorries.
She! shall cradle you into the grave
sweet embrace deafen
the battering of the last wave
Now not a knave
now a renewed angel
Now Tides won't rise now will just ebb
just ebb
Just ebb
just ebb and not rise
simply ebb
graced continually to ebb
toward red seas
Experiencing Reward like Suffering
this fair world will not
be just but can
be kind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem