POEMS
And emptiness inhabiting ambition
Will blush; for there's a marrow in the heart
That only lives by interchange of speech.
As
what belief has being in the tomb?
Take mirror away and objectivity
The hermit is a monster in God's mind.
The shrunken moon now mimics in my room.
I dramatize my patience till the time
When common speech may purify
That moon against the wrinkled pane
And image of the waiting tomb defy
As
lions did love Daniel in his doom.
SMALL LEGEND
Pursuing and pursued,
Perhaps there is no end
Save like the tropic birds
Who go around and around
In an angry, ample cage.
What if solution have but this
Vast oceanic roar at the dark end
And all decision be like bright
And beautiful action without sound,
The simulacrum of bewildered action
And nostalgia for the simple land
When animals around the nursery walls were kind.
Pursuing and pursued
By river and through wood
The field, spongy with dark,
Soaks up the troubled step.
Perhaps the music of salvation
Was never more than that
Disorganized and fractious screech
Of cranes and toucans and coarse parrots,
The tawdry music just that shriek
When animals around the nursery walls departed.
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