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somewhere a star was growing slowly old

in the uninfinite a light was dying

exchanging heat for cold and day for night

achieving a new darkness into which

sperm could be uttered to create a god

fire condensed to lava and became

through far millennia a cool dark earth

water and rock and air and even ice

were slowly there

leave room for the darkness, darling, leave me room

carry me, mother, carry me in your womb

towards eternity patiently into being

think what millennia did first gestate

with none, thank God, save God, to count and wait

(who being eternal logically couldn’t)

for all to happen

we are just one

one of a milion million — how the mind

becomes so easily drunk with multiplicity

and reels accordingly —

one of a million million finite things

born of a burnt-out lump of coal

flung from the hearth of incandescent light

onto the cold floor of night

like a picked bone to a hungry pup

God too was born of darkness became Man

Christ needed like new grain the darkness too

to hit the earth and die in giving birth —

he was enwombed enfleshed and then emboned

undarknessed into being and embraced

there in the lamplit stable then not now —

leave room for the darkness, darling, leave me room

carry me, mother, carry me in your womb

towards eternity patiently into being

the awe would scorch our minds if we had not

gloved it in clumsy concepts to protect

us from explosion

he came but half an hour ago or less

in cosmomanic terms into our world

a world that once was light but had to be

a cold beacon of darkness to become

a womb unto its God

leave room for the darkness, darling, leave me room

carry me, mother, carry me in your womb

towards eternity patiently into being

the crumble moment of our frail words

ceilings against our heads

the cold star wombs the utterance of God

a universe prepares new silence

just for the possibility of sound

(and the Word was made Flesh)

the world achieves new darkness to leave room

for eyes to wonder at the fact of light

(and leave, it must be said, room for the blind)

the potter finds a way to fashion slime

from which might grow these hands

— both His and mine

leave room for the darkness, darling, leave me room

carry me, mother, carry me in your womb

towards eternity patiently into being