Upon Hearing Ives' Fourth
The Universal Questions Asks Itself
I answer first with city then with church
But outgrowing both, my overladen armor
Crawls the mountain, baited breath
Past precipice of smoking censors;
I Immerse myself, volcanic bath:
Baptismal lava, larval changes,
Rolls of lead fall from my limbs.
My breast plate fissures, Splits,
And rages forth the monarch pheonix.
Angelic apparitions arise around me
From glowing floor their hymn ascends
Snowlike ash falls soft as bell song.
The eternal rose, divinest heart
Opens full, receives the All.
\ ~@M@~ /