ETERNAL NIGHT

ETERNAL NIGHT

She traces the contour of his smile with her finger gingerly upon his lips

happiness glows like a thousand flames echoing in the invisible form of the wind.

Remembering bliss is temporary, he reverts to a sobering grin,

as if to transition into misery again,

he cannot know the endless desire of want,

but he embraces her, needing her. 

he lusts after things, wanting the accumulation of things,

to be a surrogate for a kind of waged war, he's in his heart won too,

Internal to the supplanting of whim,

art, also an impulse in him, fulfills him like no other thing,

it will not give up on him, it will not tell him they are spending too much time together, it will never reject him,

and so his art is an endless bliss within an oscillating hell. And for the safety of his expression I hope you will hold no ill will against him, but he has sympathy for the devils and indeed all devils, guilty in their fiction of no other sin greater than not wishing to be a slave to Nature.

In his heart he soars with birds, and mocks the torrents,

but even the birds know to not war with the typhoon,

the storm for him is an analog of his youth, and of the human condition.

Mankind he finds to be in a state of perpetual madness, and he obliges this with a descent as safe and sure as the bird's seeking asylum in the chaos of the storm, but where a sort of hell, he likewise culminates his sympathy for the devil with repulsion for the tortures of people being surrogates for the demonic urge to pain and restrict, and revolutionize hearts restricting them and eliminating their expression. Soon it will be coals hurled in words, you'll see they will torture you with sounds...agonies will know no limit...he fears. His angels have all fled him. God wants perhaps to see how he embraces misery for God is everywhere and to cry out "God help me" is the test. How sick and twisted. Only those who have suffered can see the sadism of God, and truly praise. The others know nothing...but I get ahead of myself, we must first assume a divine being exists...he traces God's smile in the constellations...feeling that this too this faith is temporary perhaps. But warmer too than a lover's embrace, and that's indeed the rush of love.

Where he finds himself alone, and thriving in his creative retreat from the frenzy of the storm, the angels return,

why he asks have you drawn yourself near now when I need you least of all?

To show you the strength was always within you,

In the embrace of eternal night.