GRYD

AS YOU MIGHT WELL IMAGINE
THERE IS A TIDE, A ROAD WELL LIT
A TRIAD; EWE & EYE & YTT
THERE IS A FLOW, A FANN’D FLAME GROWING
LUMINATE (NON-RUMINATE), SO DELICATE
BY MEANS OF IT, WE MIGHT YET SEE:

I COME NOT TO PRAISE CAESAR
BUT TO BLAZE CEDARS – MAKE A TRAIL
UNTO THE OUTOFBACK, OUT OF BLACK
MAKE MANY COLORS SEEM TO FLOW
YET REALLY GO WHERE YOU MAY KNOW
YOUR SUBTLE PARTS HAVE BEEN BEFORE:
TAKE ALL YOUR FRAME, YOUR VERY CORE

WHERE THE ID MEETS THE GROUND
IS THE GRYD, IS THE SOUND
OF THE MIDS AND THE LOWS
OF THE HIGHS AND THE BOWS
OF THE TIES THAT CONNECT
ALL THE POINTS THAT DIRECT
ALL WE SEE, FEEL AND TASTE
FROM A PLACE BEYOND PLACE ..;

THIS MEANS WE ARE FACED
WITH A MANDATE TO OPEN
THE SEALS HAVE BEEN BROKEN
WE ONLY NEED TOKENS,
EMBLEMATIC INTIMATIONS
TO REMIND AND REWIND
ARCHETYPALLY FIND
EACH STATION WE’VE CROSSED,
EACH MAP WE HAVE LOST
OF THE PATH BRIGHT EMBOSS’D
BY WHICH WE WERE SUMMONED
TO APPEAR ON THE SCENE:

HOW GOLDEN THE MEAN(S)
BY WHICH WE ALL ENTERED
HOW SIMPLE AND CLEAN
DYNAMICALLY CENTERED
HOW CHANGELESSLY CHANGING:
WE MERGE AND CONVERGE
NOTHING MORE NEEDS ARRANGING
ONLY RIDE WITH THE SURGE

HOW SILVERED THE LIGHTWAVES
WE SEE AND ARE SEEN WITH
HOW MUCH WE’VE BECOME
ALL WHOM WE’VE EVER BEEN WITH
LITAPHOR, METIRITUAL
LET LANGUAGE RUN LOOSE
THROUGH GROVES OF FIR DOUGLAS
AND ENGLEMAN SPRUCE

SINCE NOW IS RIGHT HERE
WE NEVER CAN LEAVE
BUT ONLY TRANSCEND OUR
BLIND SEPARATE GRIEF
LET ECSTACY’S VERBERANCE
RUN FORTH, REBOUND
TREE OF LIFE WITHOUT END:
WORD OF TRUTH WITHOUT SOUND