Monologue Of Dusk

I am the colored cock that chants and dances I be the rain that clouds will not conceive I be the soil down-trodden yet earth-moving I be the raincoat of the sudden lightning I be the doors that creak in haunted houses I be the bridge that groans in the still night I be the waters of the Port still dancing I be the earth that rises as the dolphins I be the waters that roll by the kerb in tempest I be the Soul that wants to grow and feels restricted I am the heart that wants to burst yet hardens I the dusk the Alpha and Omega and yet pointing towards the end of woeful day Let me speak: I am in monologue; let me my heart open: its chambers are open let my brain open: its chambers too be open When I speak I have power to roar as thunder roars yet you see with me I bring stillness itself You be supreme, sir, in your caution Kind! Kind! the table be laid the bastion swarthy: the flames and torches burn below the drawbridge heighten it be soon night see! a first star on the horizon of immense heavens. The Night thought me with kind and flowered words to be explanatory: for see the humans be keen and awaiting the Humans need the Dawn yet did you ever spot the beaches of the lines of the long coasts lined with humans waiting? Humans be in the realms or Morpheus Or just beginning about their business? I am the start of a civilization That many called decadent I say no: I like absinthe and my Eyes sparkle at it As gulp after gulp I sip it. I lay siege to the bastions But at night only I am the Soul of palms And trees and branches That in the gardens wave In the night odors and in The night winds I be Modigliani I love him But then in me there be a bit of Titian There be in me a bit of Rembrandt There be in me the dark of Caravaggio And Goya: Ay! In me there is Cellini’s sculpture I cover the Medusa in my redness I have the cry of Michelangelo When he stroke David saying ‘Speak’ I have the gentle Raphael’s brilliance There be so much in me There be so many And there will be Civilization only will list all them. There be in me mixture on Mixture There be in me Beauty and Horror There be in me mystery and Knowledge I open doors And then I close them. I am the cobra of the wise contortion I speak and am I silent No words fall no, not syllables even from my mouth yet partially beauty blinds me. I am the wisdom of Semiramis I have curiosity as Paracelsus I feast on my own daintiness as Narcissus I accept challenge as Hercules I am a robber to distribute as Robin Hood I am the stealer of the heaven's jewels then I carry them to humans as Prometheus I am I am I am fount of beauty I am a fount of wisdom yet in me you will suck damp sadness. I am the Chorus of decline I am the Mourner at The end of Day I mourn each Day Now that’s second habit: To me By memory I do it: Yet in my heart I feel The pangs for the day’s going. I am a Ray I am Despair And simultaneously The Hope I am a rock As the One that Moses Touched with the iron rod And waters gushed forth. I am the edge I be the horizon I be the waning yet also beginning close of reign genesis of another next to next athletic racer who will pass the baton. I am the colored cock that chants and dances I be the rain that clouds will not conceive I be the soil down-trodden yet earth-moving I be the raincoat of the sudden lightning I be the doors that creak in haunted houses I be the bridge that groans in the still night I be the waters of the Port still dancing I be the earth that rises as the dolphins I be the waters that roll by the kerb in tempest I be the Soul that wants to grow and feels restricted I am the heart that wants to burst yet hardens I the dusk the Alpha and Omega and yet pointing towards the end of woeful day I am Don Quixote who fight the windmills I look with glorious eye on sea and isthmus I am Columbus and a bit of Cortez I be Cook and some Magellan: I be so many, so much, yet One, In whom shines the All, The All in One, The One in All on all days. I am the Dusk mighty and humble. I am the Dusk who spoke and who now ceases.