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Poem #1247

To pile like Thunder to it’s close
Then crumble grand away
While Everything created hid
This – would be – Poetry –

Or Love – the two coeval come –
We both and neither prove –
Experience either and consume –
For None see God and live –

Description

This
poem is about the consuming power of love that inspires an artist or
poet to create. It is this other dimension that gives an artist or poet
the ability to create another world. Mocking Gods ability to create
life. But nobody can prove where love and inspiration come from, “We
both and neither prove –“.   All we know is when we are feeling them it
is all consuming “Experience either and consume –“.   During the
numinous (arousing spiritual or religious emotion) climax, the
consumption swallows you whole, “While Everything created hid”, and
crumbles “grand away”.

And
with that grandiose aw-inspiring spiritual experience comes pure
trembling terror.  Now that you have lived in the spirit world and
experienced a love so divine, you must sacrifice your earthly world with
a sickness that makes you tremble, run, and scream so loud it piles
“like Thunder to it’s close”. Your physical body will meet the wrath of
God for living in the spirit world as a mortal. “For None see God and
live”. But you are only hiding, “While Everything created hid” you
experienced an all consuming love for poetry and art, “the two coeval
come –“, and love and life prevail.

The
figure in the middle is inspired by a figure in Michelangelo’s “Last
Judgment”.  The images around the figure are from Luca  Signorelli’s,
“The Damned”, and “The Temptation of Jesus”.