Lanthanum 11.10

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Again I found myself awake in a strange place,

lost.  It was dark; all around me curled sinewy-

sinuous oak branches, rasping leaves... a river

of night-limbs, laired... entangled in Medusa’s

hair.  I was scared... until I felt the tender touch

of Natasha’s fingers on my neck.  Where are we?

Home : there’s no more hoboing for you.  Where’s

home?  In Providence.  Yes... there stayed the reach

of Roger’s flinty hand, as ever, toward the dome

of his state’s capitol, below...  This is Natasha’s

temple, harbored, hidden in oak – to wash

the ripe earth clean again, survey Jerusalem

anew.  You’re going to help me.  How? I wondered.

Recall that phrase of Roger’s – ‘til He comes

to tear down Kings & Pow’rs... – this conundrum

you must grasp & comprehend : it is the corner-

stone of harmony.  Can exist no peace, justice

or liberty, ‘til righteousness rules in one’s soul;

‘til goodness reigns – reins in the fearful circles

of anxious desire, despair – our own blind circus

of deception, malice, greed... lust, vanity & pride

that guides the whole world into sordid Babylon.

This is Roger’s sense : when Wisdom comes again

she will disintegrate those chains, & raise the dead

to spiritual delight – as he would say, soul liberty.

Not to control the sundry authorities & governors

chosen by men... but to reveal the brooding aegis

of this Agape – & their recovered telos in eternity.

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