Biography

When I was a boy, and the glory of the Lord burned blue and bright as day, when angels swam in the plasma of my eyes, stood in clear pools like children, unsandaled, joyful in their bellies, when I was a young man, and the glory of the Lord snapped above me like the sails of a ship, and angels buzzed like gnats above my head, hummed sweet wax down the whorls of my ears to keep me in a straight course, when I was a man, and the glory of the Lord paled like cold fire west-fallen behind cloud, when angels blew from my shoulder and face the veil of ash that fell, when I slept, when I’d have doubted, when they lifted my lids to visions, when I grew old, and died, and the glory of the Lord spread wide and gold as leaves, Angels bore me lightly away, And I became a boy, blue and bright as day.