and the ground shivers
in apocalyptic suspense.
The faint form of a man appears
just beyond the vertical horizon
of mountain splitting sea.
Rock and Rain,
the things of which Man
is so fearfully and wonderfully made,
a constant duelling of infinite Dualities,
kept stoked by the incendiary
two-fold doctrinal commands
of Existential Liberation & Blissful Veneration
vs. that of all forms of micromacrocosmic management.
Like water to stone,
the things of which Man is made,
psyche to soma,
soma to psyche,
Spirit to Flesh,
Flesh to Spirit,
like baptism to impurification,
a cycle dynamically and concentrically
charged and dynamic,
the endless barrage of stones skipped
over the surface tensions
of an infinite continuum of perfectly still waters.
The diaphanous image
of the man
on the vertical horizon
of mountain splitting sea
upon which we glanced but a moment ago
has dispersed, and left in its place
is the air up there.
We watch all of this from the leper's ledge,
quite homey for supposedly being
the loneliest place on Earth.
For the leper sees reflected here in his surroundings
only his true image,
beatific, majestic & noble,
and so we let him be,
and do not burden him,
with our presence.
