After the final ascent, Enoch’s eyes open on the womb of Solomon’s temple— a cube of fire, an aperture into the throngs— all those dancing figures. Did you think the godly mysteries would be bodies thrumming to the chords of creation?
Lovely poem. I'll keep thinking about that final line for weeks to come. Cheers!
Lovely poem. I'll keep thinking about that final line for weeks to come. Cheers!