And Wide I Awake I Feel The Dismal Dark Poem by Orin MSH

And wide I awake I feel the dismal Dark
What chimes, O what dim tolling have been spent
That witched the night! Unearthly realms transcend
Greater delusions, to walk Illusion's way
No witness, yet to prove of what we say
Hours of nothingness, cruel crude Lament
My feathered friends, cry to the moon, God-sent
Most dear rhymist who goes farthest, Stay!

I am the Squall, presaging snow, and He
The bitter rain, more bitter taste for me;
Embittered bones, treacled with blood, accursed
The bile-sleeved self, the shadowed spirit see
The Gentile lost, unsheperded will be
A tribe, astrayed in barren Lands; what could be worse?



(ORIN Enzo Keats,19th July 2022)