A vision

the angels, they were everywhere
faces molten as mercury
thin as water, thick as air
flecking the dark like porphyry

through them I saw the girded world
bound by good fences, shuttered tight
which could not clot an ounce of God
or dim a lumen of his light

then all our artefacts and craft
the trappings rigged around his name
these fell away and God was left
naked and trembling, like a flame