As Twilight into Noonday Knowledge Gyres -- Peter O'Leary
furthest & closest the Seraphim
like dark matter, of incalculable unknown density,
not giving off any light, but not absorptive either. As far
as our equations allow us imagining, we still have no image
for the highest order of angels, clothed in fibers superstrung with nanoseconds.
Then Cherubim rise up, a black body, reflecting puzzling spectra.
A perfect absorber & a perfect emitter of radiation, a cherub appears
a fireball, a paradox of growth unchallenged & shapeliness, as if
the universe itself were opaque to
the light that created it.
Thrones are an Ω,
sign of circumpiercing holiness, the dividing line
between God's eternal expansion & his imminent withdrawal.
What a pendulum would look like in four dimensions; what the Hebrew letter
heintegral in the name of God, the first simple, a link between the inner & outer worlds,
in a word, religionwould sound like uttered
into matter. Ω
marks the escape velocity of God, the ability
to exceed his own system.
The first triad.
Dominations push back on divine energy. Cosmic repulsion
requires a large scale: the massively expanding field
of the universe. The law of gravity
is repulsive, even as these angels attract all angelic orders into
spheres, they overwhelm with a feeling
to go faster. It's love.
Love & loathing.
Next the Virtues emanate vibrating soundwaves endlessly.
Frequency modulations yield adherence. Transmission.
Prayer is our Strength radio.
The Powers are white dwarves whose
outer bodies explode as their inner being
collapses. Same as
snow white new love.
The second triad.
Principalities make gravity, baryonic
gas falling in earlier than stars. Vistas Milton
invented in language precede horizons of baryons
we glimpse now in the coils of superconductors.
In filamentary structures Archangels
supercluster into galaxies, a star-nexus of mucus,
a milky clumping of salivas, making
fuel-nipples light suckles on.
are fractals, shape-hierarchies, spheres of fire at a distance,
tongues of flame at their mouths,
out of which the final triad choruses a baritone hosanna
echoed with a tenor amen.
Θ Θ Θ
Dante's stellar pillar, three light-years tall, plumes star-mass, spherey orphans of
the inward House of David the Word
Paradiso XXVIII 91-139
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