hatstuck snarl

theoretically, a hairstyling salon


stunned to find Creeley gone
who made so many poems

on which I've certainly fed and
in terms of Blake's Milton-

The nature of infinity is this: That every thing has its
Own Vortex; and when once a traveler thro' Eternity
Has passed that Vortex, he percieves it roll backward behind
His path, into a globe itself infolding; like a sun:
Or like a moon, or like a universe of starry majesty,
While he keeps onwards in his wondrous journey on the earth
Or like a human form, a friend with whom he livd benevolent.
As the eye of man views both the east & west encompassing
Its vortex; and the north & south, with all their starry host;
Also the rising sun & setting moon he views surrounding
His corn-fields and his valleys of five hundred acres square.
Thus is the earth one infinite plane, and not as apparent
To the weak traveler confin'd beneath the moony shade.
Thus is the heaven a vortex passd already, and the earth
A vortex not yet pass'd by the traveller thro' Eternity.

- thanks for the poems fellow traveller - left
for us as evidence of this -
his passing - through -

a man a - field - of energy divine


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