[Peake] And in small compass the dark waters cram

Day 2,583, 00:04 Published in Argentina Canada by New Faustian Man


So many minds did gird their orbs with beams,
Tho' one did fling the fire;


Heaven flow'd upon the soul in many dreams
Of high desire..


Thus truth was multiplied on truth, the world
Like one great garden show'd,


And thro' the wreaths of floating dark up-curl'd,
Rare sunrise flow'd.

Alfred Tennyson, The Poet [Excerpt]






I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am;
Maelström of passions in that hidden sea
Whose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me;
And in small compass the dark waters cram.

― Mervyn Peake


NFM