The Book Of Night - Twelve Poem by Daniel Brick

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Eurydice

I see things I never saw on earth.
I see circles wheeling inside larger
circles, moving slowly upward into
an arc of purest light. I see squares
multiplying and piling on top of each
other, forming columns that surprise me
when they slowly lift and vanish into
another angle of space. And triangles,
formerly locked together, separate and
float into other dimensions... My eyes
are dazzled, my mind is opened, the Truth
of the Cosmos fulfills my being. But other
times I see a wide plain, almost invisibly
white, stretch across the horizon of my sight.
Small hills colored pink rise inside this gentle
landscape. It is pure and lovely and perfect
to my eyes. Nothing on earth prepared me
for this Over-Much of Beauty. Has it not been
my home since forever? Still I dimly recall Hermes
guiding me to this place and hovering nearby as
I awoke fully to its glory. Oh, Hermes, kindest of gods.
your luminous presence is always welcome in this
place where solitude is never loneliness. Others like me,
spiritual creatures who carry no weight in their hearts,
pass by me and in a double trance we acknowledge
each other, but nothing further is required. What was my life
before this perfection? I dimly recall a passionate man,
his vexed life caused sufferings to accumulate.I only hope
Hermes gives him a charming niche in the Night World.
It is enough....