The Adventure of the Apocalypse

Seated above

SEATED above in a measureless trance of truth—

A thunder wearing the lightning's streak of smile,

A lonely monolith of frozen fire,

Sole pyramid piercing to the vast of the One—

Waits Shiva throned on an all-supporting void.

Wing after wing smites to the cosmic sky.

Gathering flame-speed out of their own wild heart—

That tunnel of dream through the body's swoon of rock—

They find their home in this sweet silent Face

With the terrible brain that bursts to a hammer of heaven And deluges hell with mercies without end.

The abysmal night opens its secret smile And all the world cries out it is the dawn!

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