From Giddying Heights

To fall From giddying heights Hurtled Hurtled through immense depths and Immense heights Not by slow motion Neither fast But in the middle, as virtue be From jut to jut Falling listlessly As when the corpse oppressed By a thousand and more ills And problems Floats as Moses thrown to destiny And came to Pharoah unwittingly. These These Thus The oppressions have so grown That time was come to call end Time for the curtains to fall Time for the fires of the Tragedy To crackle down To consummate slow and unresistingly. I too saw my Bird fall Seized in seconds into the jaws of death And Death it was And Death it was. And so shall be. I dispute not nor have the strength. Down as I was going I saw below The hideous bottom Clearly But feared not. No satyr came to console Nor faun nor nymph But the Earth rotated still, undisturbed and Ruthless as I fell, ruthless with pain More in stark Oblivion More in abandonment and in solitude than The sacrifice itself The Golgotha I have walked.