On The Come

A new years poem
by
RL Cook
©Copyright 2009. All Rights Reserved.

In
the curve
of
perpetual twisting
cycle
New years
Come rushing, in
the new realspace
of earth
experience.
a single simple
phenomenon embraced
less for Symbolism
than its alluring magic.
Ritual.

But,
let the new year
come poised
in burning spinning twisting
spiral, flying
like a grey bird
thru this great universe
speeding on fire
over black seas
of space to transact its pressing business
in Time.

let the new year come
ina
rush stationed
securely in a corner of
a cataclysmic cosmic burst
thru our universe
so that at once
the earth might arise
from pitiable stupor
and assume her true disposition under the immortal sun.

So earth might shine,
let the spiral

turn and burn and twist
on fire
until the sparks fleck ignite and shatter
the blank black darkness
of 21st century man’s sluggish enterprise
into a panoramic quilt
of blazing light.

let les damned de la terre, vagabond outcast people
realize their status
exalted
as evidenced by the vision of the Holy forces
a zillion light-years
into space, standing
beneath
the threshold of heaven.

let the new year come
with a force to shake
the world changing men s’ lives
let it burst
forth as life
bursts from Springs
from a million female wombs
simultaneously, let it explode
as storms obliterate
placid fields and sky
and nourish the flesh of earth
with the milk of rain.

Let the new year come,
in rushing spinning twisting
burning style
in magic symbolic forms
and shape our human content and character
so the experience of life may be unlocked
to secrets of majesty
grace then beauty
That these prime simple things
may grow in this real
new space of
Our Time
re-
maining
Together.

Let the New Year
Come InARush!

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"On the Come"

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