brilliance! a sudden spear-splash of bright, deep orange! Olympian color-cascade throbbing life and energy: i stood below, i stood aside, i cringed against the splendid weight upon my awe-struck retinas. such, such familiar thrill, deep-moving and alive!--too like my own lost Poetry. i turned away, marked by this. but ah! greater luminance beyond, beside, below!: pure blue, indomitable strength; velvet purple, transcendent royalty. great beauty, beauty, in raw nudity of light and form--i could neither stand, nor fall; neither look nor turn away.
at that i knew what words could not. this was--beauty of sight, Unnamed, unknown to me. then from its surging elegance strode a mortal shade, one like me, grey and unwhole. we paused, eye-locked in examination; question; mutual intrusion. it came to me that here, these overwhelming visions quite surrounding, were to this shadow form what poetry had been to me: and more, and greater, throughout and far within. she spoke, sweet light upon her voice: "traveler, sorrow surrounds you; visit here; draw comfort from Beauty visible."
sitting, we marveled silent together for days or years; all the while, Beauty visible swept great color-flames around us and within. eventually i slept, & woke alone.
November '09
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