More Sacred than Surrealism

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When sun and shadow blend and do not nix

Each other; when the smile and frown are one;

When symphonies are silence and their mix

Is utter — and beyond — and they are pun,

Of each the other, more a wordplay God

Has spoken on the eighth day, then you know.

When all phantasms in your mind aren’t awed

By scripture codes—or worse; when black holes glow

Like beads on necklaces of chocolate gloom

In astrophysics nightmares and its dreams;

When harmony and unison make room

As peace, then in the heavens Christ’s mouth screams.

  When circles, pyramids and squares resolve

    In unity, then all the truths absolve.

“See, see where Christ’s blood streams in the firmament.”

≈ Christopher Marlowe

© Phillip Whidden