He of the mountains, the old and
powerful god,
who sat inside volcanoes and
modeled the clouds,
he ground out pillars of fire,
snakes, anything odd
and severed seas like someone
rending shrouds.
El Shaddai, the voluptuous beast,
with myrrh
and other incense in a sachet—a
sixth name
to hide the secret seventh—made
men defer
the moment of highest ecstasy in
pain.
invisible, visible, and rendered
into letters
no one could pronounce like fruit
we cannot chew:
the limited voice of the endless
name now scatters
into silence into the works of
creation, the few
becoming fewer in
invisibility. Enough!
No shout is needed to complete
such stuff.
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