my theology of rose and tiger

Roy called last night and couldn't sleep. I figured poetry would do the trick, and pulled out one of my books. He asked for something nice. I gave him this.

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When,I,was,no,bigger,than,a,huge,
Star,in,my,self,I,began,to,write,

My,
Theology,
Of,rose,and,

Tiger: till,I,burned,with,their,
Pure,and,Rage. Then,was,I,Wrath-

Ful,
And,most,
Gentle: most,

Dark,and,most,Lit: in,me,an,
Eye,there,grew: springing,Vision,

Its,
Gold,and,
Its,wars. Then,

I,knew,the,Lord,was,not,my,Creator!
--Not,He,the,Unbegotten--but,I,saw,

The,
Creator,
Was,I--and,

I,began,to,Die,and,I,began,to,Grow.

Jose Garcia Villa
1962