Rolling, Rolling, Rolling!

Change of Life (Darkness against Light)

Rolling, rolling, rolling; a roiling mass
Of scintillating gas of particles of the night
Sweeps down from out the turbulent air
Unstoppable, like the wake of dead gods
Left rotting at the feet of Ma Yuan.
And as the light travels down the unseen road
Collecting its toll from its devastated passengers
A wake of dust and clipped wings follows
Drawn along by the palpitating air.
Like the rat with a disease gnawing the
Yellowed bones of a thing, vaguely human.
As weeping sores and boils erupt upon its back
And all cringe with fear and retreat from its attack
As they seek to hide in their own infested shacks
And squeeze their own sores and eat each others fleas
And carve up and eat the maggot-ridden meat
Of a thing, vaguely human, scratched and bitten
To death by the poor disease’d rat.
Like a moth from out the night, drawn
Inexorably toward the light of its own destruction
Did it come upon me.
A change so profound, almost mystic, that
A sound in Heaven rings out through the
Coloured marble palisades, tinged
With the vermillion fire of an ever-setting sun.
Fading to the hue of an ever-present night
Where the stars of a billion worlds
Shine out in perfect light! and the
Mirror in the dark keeps looking right back;
Its eye never threatening, never moving, never closing,
Always looking in a soft monotone.
Ne’er a hue so harsh, or sound tinged with
Sorrow or regret, shall ever invade the
Gardens of the Holy.
Where the stream bubbles in its crystalline delight
And the emerald grass and leaves ignite,
With their blowing, gently nudging,
A thoughtful wind composing.
Ne’er change should mar this place,
With its beauty and its grace,
For the change of life is ours and ours alone!