Treasure Island

Captain Cur

(England)

Spectral Verses, IX, Conceptual Realm of Beginning


In the conceptual realm of beginning
where my spirit is dispelled by the light
forced through the canal of awakening
I will breathe my next breath of life.

By the pangs of my birth’s separation
where my being is renewed in the flesh
worldly base to divine aspiration
I wander unable to rest.

Empirical voids comprise the heavens;
multitudinous suns burn out and restart,
I will share their fate for millennium
through the finite beats of my heart.

On the cleft of divine intervention
between marrow and umbilical blood
despite genius of human invention
my soul’s evolution is love.

Submitted: Monday, May 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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  • Valsa George (5/16/2013 7:46:00 AM)

    On the cleft of divine intervention
    between marrow and umbilical blood
    despite genius of human invention
    my soul’s evolution is love.

    Beautiful stanza! Through the canal of awakening, your soul's evolution progresses in love! A transcendental experience! ! (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (5/16/2013 6:50:00 AM)

    Hope builds for Byron here on the cusp of a revelatory experience it seems. (Report) Reply

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