CORUSCATION II

I stand like a lit wick
on a crudely crafted candle
and face off against
the lord of hell
as he is never imagined:
an amorphous mass
of parody and mockery.

Cast down
not just from paradise,
but from the ability
to mimic
anything God has made;
he twists in agony
to be cured only
by learned humility.

The coruscation that is my spirit
illuminates his hideousness
and suggests malformed
shapes.

They are but glamours,
lacking even the dignity
of the cloven.

Evil is forever seeking
to justify itself
in the language of angels.

CORUSCATION II

Perceived insanity
has an inherent logic
in which
the deluded are defined
by their own madness.

The stars beam their
exquisite grace
and the ocean roars
its mastery of form.