On The Wounded World

Have patience, Wounded World:

eyes that have given up Trust
still have their Comfort

satisfied with Th'Dust

The Tinder Heart
still warm with its most miserable Belief

As sweet as it's to remember
it is sweeter to forget--

who've lost or joined The Fallen (Will's
dark Dashed Victories) and O

Th'wildest-sounding Story
that yet was ever told

was, in a cemetery, a
Legend (very old)

and still adventuring upon uncertain Goal

while improving on Creation
Progress gives The Lie to God

O nothing to do with pirates' Golds
or magic flying ships

but let's not go over it (for the many
Gaps & Skips of th'marbled Scroll)

& anyways it's best forgotten
as are best forgotten things as old
as such things--& as rotten

Who once had Trust now just have Comfort:

the so lightened burdens, depths,
the deadenings                       

    ... those, Who are found
have greatly risen! upon Midnight
the earth-bound closing generations' gods
dismantling their gilded aprons of Creation

SWEET AS IT IS TO REMEMBER O SWEETER IT IS ¹⁹⁹

to forget                                 

      ... Those who have had
now joined with Seduction, Warmth!

Lust, O such esteemed Romantic! Lost, in fact

O Wounded World, this is only The Beginning!

This does not mean The End --It is but The Start

of your great Future glories
as a respectable Ruins

[Admission: Fifty cents]