tree
12 angels all ‘round the white tree
whirling, revolving... merrily
7 gods dance inside the inner ring
through a divine geometry they sing
stars, cubes and triangles complement
forms are forged, broken or bent
impulses forged into solid form
an orbiting of fragmented shells, aswarm
36 roots plunge deep into hell, bottomless
72 branches reach up for the abyss
deep within the concentric rings of the tree
if able to discern in the dark, one might see
another band of gods and angels do swing
around a similar, black tree, and sing
outside the concentric band of spheres
if one listens closely, a faint whisper he hears
of yet another song, sung in wicked delight
of shapes and structures that covered the light
allowing darkness to brew and cook
in cool, dank pocket, corner and nook
if not too bored, confused or tired,
perceive just how far these songs have conspired
inward and outward, in every direction
songs of right, wrong and correction
left, up, forward, right, back and down
pictures swirl, from sole to crown
so much, so fast, so slowly occurring
through thought and feeling, swim without stirring
one’s position might come to be
believe all of it and none of it, simultaneously
this stance without standing might bring to you friend,
knowledge without knowing, of beginning without end
Written on Christmas Eve, 2017
by Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell)
in Wilmington, NC
