Sonnet To Satan

In darkroom of your eye the moonly mind

somersaults to counterfeit eclipse;

bright angels black out over logic's land

under shutter of their handicaps.

Commanding that corkscrew comet jet forth ink

to pitch the white world down in swivelling flood,

you overcast all order's noonday rank

and turn god's radiant photograph to shade.

Steepling snake in that contrary light

invades the dilate lens of genesis

to print your flaming image in birth spot

with characters no cockcrow can deface.

O maker of proud planet's negative,

obscure the scalding sun till no clocks move.

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In darkroom of your eye the moonly mind

someraults to couterfeit eclipse;

bright angels black out over logic’s land

under shutter of their handicaps.

Commanding that corkscrew comet jet forth ink

to pitch the white world down in swiveling flood,

you overcast all order’s noonday rank

and turn god’s radiant photograph to shade.

Steepling snake in that contrary light

invades the dilate lens of genesis

to print your flaming image in birthspot

with characters no cockcrow can deface.

O maker of proud planet’s negative,

obscure the scalding sun till no clocks move.