IN FUTURE TIME

            The impossible is still temptation.

            Chi e costui che sanza morte
            Va per la regno de la morte gente?                              

Now I pray for future grace
That what I here resign
Dark moments of lucidity
In a dry and feeble life
Will appear again before me.
For the words that I would seek
Have already been rightly chosen
By men in knowledge of damnation
Who have inscribed on words
Their terrible world believed
Of heaven’s power perverted.

In that I cannot believe.
But I pray there will be profit
From the sad required conjunction
Of the tempted and the fallen
Of those who stand and watch
Those who suffer the sins
That to live the living must refuse.
And when I have journeyed through
That inverted sinful world
May the speech resigned return
And I create a whole
One bright one darkened face
Reflecting a greater glory
As the moon reflects the sun.