Steel Silk and Thunder

Steel Silk and Thunder You ask me to condense this time, you say – You ask how well I can squeeze and squander all This day. These thoughts are days and weeks full with moments Stretched across the sky. Yes, I see this all too clearly, how your will is brought About. How unrelenting love can be; it drives the eyes To see such fury – such wondrous spinnings in The void; all one seeks chases now in folly; This word appears again: Folly. For foolish is the cover source of eye to shield. All simple bleak remorse and cannon content Bleeds within; a sleek sliver of truth confines me this Moment; this baleful, primordial day’s mourning; Oh, God I have loved thee so, I see you in the Trees and skies, yet all slips through my hands In measure; all is lost in fleeting pleasure – in Movement, in matter of fuss and confusion; in All I see amid horizons forming nothing, but This must be as it is this day – I accept your dimly wrought decision.