DARKNESS
My
close-walled soul has never known
That
innermost darkness, dazzling sight,
Like
the blind point, whence the visions spring
In
the core of the gazer's chrysolite…
The
mystic darkness that laps God's throne
In
a splendour beyond imagining,
So
passing bright.
But
the many twisted darknesses
That
range the city to and fro,
In
aimless subtlety pass and part
And
ebb and glutinously flow;
Darkness
of lust and avarice,
Of
the crippled body and the crooked heart…
These darknesses I know.
Aldous Huxley
