The Secret Splendour

In this full moon no golden mean can live.

 Immensest wisdom or intensest joy

Springs from this virgin mother of mystery:

The brain, a rapt crystal, sees all life's core

Or the heart drains a giant wine of the world.

 Flat earth is no home for eyes that shut out time,

For lips that open abysses infinite:

An argent absolute blotting colourful day's

Confident clarity breaks each level mood

To a mountain haloed with ineffable white

Or a silver ocean singing the Unseen.

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