And in the beginning was love. Love made a sphere: all things
grew within it, the sphere then encompassed
beginnings and endings, beginning and end. Love
had a compass whose whirling dance traced out a
sphere of love in the void: in the center thereof
rose a fountain.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
love had a compass
Lax improvises on the prologue to St. John’s Gospel in his poem, The Circle of the Sun:
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