Sweetness of Origin

Earthen songs! from handsome angel throngs, opsoletus Intervals and spells of the scope of temporal rondure, A surging of the populus in singulari confluentia So the book does diagram guthan, guð, and god, Khute gaia, of poured earth, where legend sleeps The burial dunes of Zeus, Aether, Erebus, and Chaos Seasons advance with a tempering of wind’s instruments, Sweltering bloom to hyperborean calm of frozen seed Daughters and sons! from cildhama, fruit of the womb Roaming deeds, of sin and samaritan, per omne spatium Space of continental breadth or old borough border rings Century to century in continuo, each end to seamless end non vigilemus et dormimus in aeternum, of briefest history, We do not speak of ages dissolved in lights of admiration Stygian time cannot lie, and there will be other Dark Ages We now originate and architect machines from the earth Greater eyes and senses than what natura dedit nobis What have we committed that we can conceivably survive? nihil est quod in dulcedinem originis non evanescatin, There is nothing that does not fade into the sweetness of its origin.