Angels had gone into madness and whispered
Fearing death along Phlegethon delta,
That despite myth of immortal winged creatures
Men claimed the place among heavenly cherubs;
Omen of death is like spear of thunder,
Threatening peace of the angel-like feather;
Men above men - an impossible vision,
Proved to be wrong, proved to be an illusion;
Deemed to be lonely, piety gardeners,
Seemed to forget - their heart is the matter
Form has forsaken this heavenly body:
Man is the former, angel - the latter…
Death as an ultimate thing has transformed
Conscience of subject into heart of submission
For unity"s sake with the venturous Open;
Man-angel is far from eternal perdition
Without form accidental, without form subjective,
With the essence of heart and its innermost vision.
Paradise regained
© Copyright: Sing, 2001
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