The Ravens fell as parcels of night-
Their lithe, black lit eyes
Hold your white form-
You who are glorious geometry,
The fire that skipped from the first stone,
Light woven from darkness;
That contains the universe in a single cell of His.
Handful of earth
You are the crown of amaranth,
The purple flower that feeds the gemmed
Grain that nourishes the world.
That lights the day, the
Wings of God
You are magma-
The fiery cardinal that boils beneath us all.
You are to be revered
For your radiance,
In how you wear the universe.
How is it that you wrap the sultry stars
Around your waist as galaxies?