THE MOST ANCIENT LIGHT IN THE MOST ANCIENT SKY • (Fountain) “To figure from nothing, holiness in perihelion” • (Origin) “A little sand, a little soda, a little lime once used” • (Fiat) “In the Cathedral Saint-Michel the chancel window” • (De Rerum) “A red flare broadcasts its annunciation over the Salient” • (Parallax) “To have lived inside wrath: Croix de Guerre: the continent” • (Trajectory) “I have know the dreadful dissolution, seen all” • (Scope) “So let there be Shakespeare. I have had a most rare” • (vector) “In a life below decks in a great boat windowless” • (Proscenium) “We can compare space-time to an open conic cup” • (Observance) “Tall, strong, beautiful. With the shoulders of Hermes” • (Shore) “Along the dune-sidled folds of the plage, the waves” • THE DEATH OF ONE GOD IS THE DEATH OF ALL • (Melisma) “One note, another, in the parlor's angled light” • (Calculus) “Now in earshot of you—the scale that shatters scales” • (Chamber) “ Sunflower plumage, the pulsing body alive with song” • (Aperture) “And so let the mind commit a thought experiment” • (Tenebrae) “This shadowgraph performance of familiar life, shadow” • (Sanctum) “Darkness on the face of the deep, darkness hidden” • (Imago) “But to discern God's will in this will o' the wisp world” • (Repertory) “ The processional enters with its deliberate masques” • (Signature) “And the music of what happens? Hiss and battle strafe” • (Veil) “When they christened me secretly Rapid Rupture” • (Fractal) “And after the end the pat outbreak of rapture, the gone” • OF MOTION THE EVER-BRIGHTENING ORIGIN • (Stream) “Jubilant billowing from the choir loft, throngs in song” • (Nexus) “To you even so comes the open door, to commune” • (Contratemps) “All one, one would believe, and Behind Every Door” • (Agnus) “Mary had little lambda. His fleece was Jesus—Ha!” • (Anthropic) “ This process of coming to life: autocatalysis of wave” • (Cinema) “In the film that doesn't begin and never ends, a man” • (Spiritus) “Stylus, number wheel, gear tooth, cog, a falling weight” • Corpus “For all of it, how presumptuous, we thinking reeds” • (Canto) “Is it motion itself that makes the day? Or is it the time” • (Matins) “ Mon ami, mon frère, in the trenches nearly mon semblable” • (Cove) “Sometimes it's no different than the sound of the surf”