Of love splendour

All the shapes are transparent
Compared with that beauty, beauteousness
All the stars are well behaved
Exploding in monstrous time
The real time.
So violent and tender.
Celebrated passing youth
It did, right, proper in the fight, fighting
The impractice of sea birth
Our world belonging
To all else
Of love splendour.
Every age is concurrent
When seen from the glow of angels
Every planet trusts gravity
Four-four, fine?
The small thing
Disgorged all things.
God is a guest in the heavens
As transportable as needs; and as plastic
Each moon sits peacefully attached
Clinging to its lover
Blind to him
Just revolving