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The Ruba'Iyat of Creteil Lake - Part Twenty-Seven
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Seven The near-full Moon at night lit the lake up majestic proud More than the fissioning Sun at noon could make out contours loud Scurrilous exhausts tore down Her lush flanks and flustered chadors Eyes peeled as Vollschlang curves of the Darling Dears bulged their shroud A lone garden warbler perched on cutting curve of the Crescent Over the tinted panes of the muezzin’s turret casement Trilled kyrielles of cascading notes one upon the other As if to notify the world of the essence of sacrament And Lo! The gilded orange rays streaked through the soaking gloom And caught the assembled crowds in a burning feverish bloom Rings and shafts of stabbing ricochet lights pierced drooping eyes To remind the colliding forces of self-benighting doom! Those who would Our Sun pluck out of the sky to own Must of needs also sweep up into their arms the Unknown: Countless suns which burn and die through aeons of blinding light Cannot yet make the Human Soul feel Man is not alone! This need to feel secure in the bosom of the ONLY God Is it the sickness of the Soul? Or the weakness of the Word? Or the play of Light and Shade to keep the Truth well hidden Far, far away from the Human Will to subvert the World! © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
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