Poetry · The Starry Sky of Wyndham Lewis

The Starry Sky of Wyndham Lewis

who raised

these rocks of human mist

pyramidical survivors

in the cyclorama of space

In the

austere theatre of the Infinite

the ghosts of the stars

perform the “Presence”

Their celibate shadows

fall

upon the aged radiance

of suns and moons

—The nerves of Heaven

flinching

from the antennae

of the intellect

—the rays

that pierce

the nocturnal heart

The airy eyes of angels

the sublime

experiment in pointillism

faded away

The celestial conservatories

blooming with light

are all blown out

Enviable immigrants

into the pure dimension

immune serene

devourers of the morning stars of Job

Jehovah’s seven days

err in your silent entrails

of geometric Chimeras

The Nirvanic snows

drift⁠ ⁠—⁠ ⁠—⁠ ⁠—

to sky worn images