Nature & Organisation Bloodstreamruns
As I descended with the Dogs Blood Rising, so then I
ascended to the Thunder Perfect Mind. Great grey
bloodspeckled slabs of slate have fallen - this is my
vision in the croaking jeering world: All idiotic faces
and swollen hearts; in the papers the faces are not
real, in the world the faces are not real - but in the
Heart of the Hearts the Face is real. The dead die
abroad, the crows fly, the wolves fly, and four poorly
painted cardboard horsemen sheet over the back of the
winds.
They are not legion - but closed. God walked on Earth
in those days. Now, still, in my Hearts He walks still.
In the green fields far away there is a solid tree
(mother and the Sign she makes). On the broken horse
zodiac signs, yellow face passes (All the Rainbow
herons were...). All books piled up in dirty heaps,
craterlike surface, pitted - Oh, bellissima -
Largherana - if the seahorse were golden, colden...
Talking back the bloody streams of God's Own Pain: "Why
should we have compassion for others, when God Himself
has had no pity... on others?" "Take back the
bloodspeech", she said to me... (certain colours came
from her body; she is alone!
God walked on Earth in those days. Now, still, in my
Hearts He walks still.
(And the brokenface of this horizoned world is covered
by crystalcross ice; when this whole eyeless world
sighs, this eyeless world sighs...)
All the stars are souls each single planet is the
lifeflame of the nothingy eternally spark. I cannot
believe despite the evidence of one Godeye and one
pooreye that this world is God's own bloodred
grassgreen blueblack skypied Paradise. When I lay in
the arms of one woman I said to her silent: "You will
be forever mine though You go as You shall though You
diediedie sleep as You shall die I shall love You
always between Your bodies I pray that I shall be
forever Thine if I say to You Love then Listen You
shall be crowned above all."
(God walked on earth in those days
now still in my Hearts
He walks still)
