Bloodstreamruns
As I descended with the Dogs Blood Rising, so then I ascended to the Thunder
Perfect Mind. Great grey bloodspeckled slabs of slate have fallen - this is
my vision in the croaking jeering world: All idiotic faces and swollen
hearts; in the papers the faces are not real, in the world the faces are not
real - but in the Heart of the Hearts the Face is real. The dead die abroad,
the crows fly, the wolves fly, and four poorly painted cardboard horsemen
sheet over the back of the winds.
They are not legion - but closed. God walked on Earth in those days.
Now, still, in my Hearts He walks still.
In the green fields far away there is a solid tree (mother and the Sign she
makes). On the brokenhorse zodiac signs, yellow face passes (All the
Rainbow her arms were...). All books piled up in dirty heaps, craterlike
surface, pitted - Oh, bellissima - Largherana - if the seahorse were
golden, colden... Talking back the bloody streams of God's OwnPain: "Why
should we have compassion for others, when God Himself has had no pity...
on others?" "Take back the bloodspeech", she said to me... (certain colours
came from her body; she is alone!
God walked on Earth in those days. Now, still, in my Hearts He walks still.
(And the brokenface of this horizoned world is covered by crystalcross ice;
when this whole eyeless world sighs, this eyeless world sighs...)
All the stars are souls each single planet is the lifeflame of the nothingy
eternally spark. I cannot believe despite the evidence of one Godeye and one
pooreye that this world is God's own bloodred grassgreen blueblack skypied
Paradise. When I lay in the arms of one woman I said to her silent: "You
will be forever mine though You go as You shall though You diediedie sleep as
You shall die I shall love You always between Your bodies I pray that I shall
be forever Thine if I say to You Love then Listen You shall be crowned
above all."
(God walked on earth in those days
now still in my Hearts
He walks still)