the gods i, the gods ii, the gods iii, the gods iv, the gods v, the gods vi, the gods vii, the gods viii, the gods ix, the gods x, the gods xi, the gods xii
the gods i by Donald Kuspit
they are more ancient
than words,
and more turbulent
and innocent, unalterably.
too wild to be reined in
by recognition,
to be tamed by thought,
branded by consciousness.
too infinite to be broken
on the rack of reason
however stretched out of shape
into ideas.
when their rambling silence
casts its shadow
in human speech
meaning no longer miscarries.
trusted,
they freshen human existence,
making it unconscious
of itself.
wonder re-asserts its rights,
bringing the gods
into careless view again,
hesitantly given by the sky
dressing them in light.
they precipitate out of the invisible,
instantly dissolving
into incomprehensibility.
emptying the perception
impinging on them,
reclaiming their innocence
by unburdening themselves
of the beings
they created when they began time.
they renew the indifference
of eternity
whenever they make
a human difference.
Poetry
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