Spirits You Are Light

Spirits you are light The wine of the looking at The stars. Night is your kingdom The wine your delicate Repose. The sea your viewed Grandeur. The scent of dreaming flowers In the night airs Your heaving of the breast In glory and in pride. The blessings of the kingdom Of the ever-increasing heavens These These are the birds of plumes That you transform in: You smile but not laugh You speak, but slow, You whisper too. In your whispers Is the glory of your wreaths The beauty of your whispers The quiet of your thought Thinking loud in the Brain But and yet Silent outside that be No outside For in the brain is as be Not in it: the brain Perceives the All, perceives In detail and in specificity. Desires are propense to Blindness Where Spirits be. The ever-increasing hand Becomes taller and Taller As it writes on the wall The tunnels of ages The scream of motion trains Passing in tunnels. The drear of wintry days Hidden behind blue-veined Curtains dropped From the immensities of the Heavens ever-growing. From one style to the other We veer and experiment. But now listen! We cease. Hear!Here.