Golden Castings

Pieces of six and the whole story of a first life 

Only taken of a second and a castle with no moat

Of a new peace a next trust saved with no defense

Up from the sacrificial centers of a ripe led returning

The rasping round of one life’s crystal fringed tassels

           

From a Rose plant on which were only some parts living

A first and a second life clearly framed and forming          

Fulfilled of the ‘mad light’ when the wine was taken

Where the pulling things left for the lines of seven

And the longing heart torn, all taken in a twinkling

A vine draped of autumn in a yellowing of leaves

Sweeping release in the hearts of the all falling

Swift turnings and happenings formed of lost cleavings

Jeweled the joys within born of Everland’s rulings

The roaring distance covered in a split second’s instance

Rivers of the uprising overflowing pallid havens

Where were no cords or chains, or colours of bindings

No holding back in the utter taking

Free to roam in all expanded places of the divining

Entrances of the undoing pull the golden castings

Not in the furtherest part did the paling pass

Welling up through fields ripe with golden grain

The fullest measure in the barest parts of seven

Rising as incense given from flying awhile

In all the fastening spaces in between held in black

The not-locked parts that went stepping backwards

With lighted feet that run on coals in diamond paces

The regal race all hidden of their path

White with stones and red with portions of lined cases

Translated yet not of knowledge where saved fishes feed

On winsome wings and softly folded will each one come

Once in water’s falling the ringing part of truth was heard

Raised of the decreasing, the gathering of the yearning ones

Where their outer forms transformed, no part denied them

They of the fallen found their life’s delight in the welling up