KERO | illustrations
Those supreme purposes that never reach
The deed — between them and the deed undone
He rules, uncrowned. He is the mystery which
Is between eyes and sight, nor blind nor seeing.
Himself is never ended nor begun,
Above is own void presence empty shelf.
All he is but a chasm in his own being,
The lidless box holding not-being's no-pelf.
All think that he is God, except himself
There lived, I know not when, never perhaps –
But the fact is he lived — an unknown king
Whose kingdom was the strange Kingdom of Gaps.
He was lord of what is twixt thing and thing,
Of interbeings, of what part of us
That lies between our waking and our sleep,
Between our silence and our speech, between
Us and the consciousness of us; and thus
A strange mute kingdom id that weird king keep
Sequestered from our thought of time and scene.