Only Angels Fear

There in a cranny by a crumbled wall,

Where fireflies flit and dried fruits fall,
Where the dark of disturbed dreams
Breeds climbers, creepers, crawlers and all,
I dropped there a seed, it seems.
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Unthinking?
You repeat queer ancients words!
As flame-wards moths make way,
Though I quietly slipped, silent still,
Wordless, hypnotic to that gray,
Bleak, corner, you say, thoughtless leap?
Waken! The ghosts you think you see,
Plead themselves a fantasy
Of those whose minds are touched by fear.
The silhouette of Nights deathly spree
Melts away when I am near.
Fearsome, formless force am I!
The restfulness of the endless sky,
The radiance of the puissant Sun,
The recalcitrance of chaos cry:
All in me, this bud, become one.
Watch me bloom, O naive crier.
Watch this nook, this imagined bier,
Watch your cruel inferno
Ablaze with my coloured fire
Resound evermore with lifes echo.
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There in the midst of that rainbow verdure,
Where fragrances do vagabonds lure,
Whence blue fairies bless childrens dreams
Whose blossoms for aeons endure,
I had once dropped a seed, it seems.
LBS D 504
4.10.16