Spiritus Mundi

Let us look to see Nothing we knew before time Disfigured us all What I use to mean I cannot give account for Nor you explain still A function machine Has swallowed us, we go in Awake, out asleep Becoming something We were not meant to pursue It pursues us here No beauty born now Nor beast close to Jerusalem The lamb's long now dead. Frogs despising hawks Out of Egypt sucks the moon Bloodless white. I smiled When the door opened The sun is rising too late To close doors again.