INSTRUCTIONS TO AN ARCHITECT
Diversify the abyss with Now and Then,
Add There to Here, and to the resulting What
Give motion, sound and color, within a law
Of circles, tiny to infinite. Furious bells,
Bawling like cherubim in convocation
Will clamor then forever; fires as strange
As Lucifer's eyes when he marches before the armies,
Pulsate and flash. It will be splendid magic,
As if I threw this staff upon the ground
And a snake went forth like the thing under the lintel
That peers at the visitor. Take then this vial—
But secretly, for some will be envious—
Of a brew I concocted from love and nullity
And the juice of an odd flower that grew in the yard
When I first came here, and is still rooted and breathing—
And scatter the stuff upon the stairs of space.
Ha ha! I believe you will see in a wink a wonder:
Sudden creatures, swimming, crawling or upright—
The last with what secret desires I do not know.
Perhaps he will fling you from your bed, Gabriel—
Or (what strong magic!) strike even My hand.
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