Part 1:

The sermon begins. As promised the pale nostalgia
Has wet the streets and shy cobwebs move along the velvet coffins
That holds within them the dead bodies on the fringe of music.
Swallowed up by the sun and torn by the iron air and with a streak of hope
The bronze heart softens its grip.
Made of sun and sap; A wedding on the day that brings the first outings
Of flesh and bone and we raise our youth with sunlight
Formed like a singing dove.
We have found love in God.
The bark that twilight kisses.
I have seen Christ in all shapes.
Circles flush out the self and through the lining of triangles
Finds itself again.
Marble cities crumble and the muse rises like a hymn of nature.

The lion in mourning. O Leo Nemeaeus!
The bawdy mouthpiece that shatters like gold
Into the colossus with lips of created joy!
The festivities continue in the opal light and
With cheeks of burning love fires the curious
Oracle to the pithy sound of history.

Curiosities? Who
Has an empire on their tongue?
The...