Illuminating Blaze of Infernity

Dark man, Nathaniel, dark heart.
We all go into the dark.
We all come out of the dark.
He carved that dark into art.

There’s a turning in deltas
When the tide comes in
Or goes out, when we’re hard put

To tell, which way gravity.
Nathaniel wore darned morals
Like sock puppets, inside out,

So we found it hard to tell,
Reading past a century,
What he meant by his sinners
From saints. Which way gravity?