In the manner of William Blake:
“An angel rides Earth like a chariot,
its sphere enfolded in his wings,
and steers it towards oblivion
and the blessings that it brings.
To plunge it through a purging fire
to burn distortion from desire,
to yoke our willfulness to purpose,
to cast us towards what came before us."
a kind of revolutionary image, a metaphor for a personal, purgatorial reawakening.
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