Untitled [To see this evil from its core]
To see this evil from its core He spent himself on margins Crystal edges umbra-ed and broke, Splintering by measured denials, Waiting for the hour patience intersected: The giver capsuled whole the spending parts. O Mad Love where untempered You remain, tunneling trains of art— Deflecting horizonless depthless Light on this voice—these sounds— A heart whose wails you dream Into actuality swims halfway To your always perilous obliqued and Always vanished shore.
From Tau by Philip Lamantia. Copyright © 2008 by Philip Lamantia. Used by permission of City Lights Publishers. All rights reserved.