9
I put such faith in mind, the faith
that intellect could quell mere blood .
The muddled cravings of the crowd
have made a comeback, then, though death
lurks somewhere round the corner still
and I've my brains intact, and will.
Or is it mere expectancy,
the old quick beat of blatant hope
that makes decline a looking up
and will that's fettered feel it's free?
I'd stop it, if I weren't sure
something far worse is at the door.
The miracle has come to pass.
Mountains moved while in the wings
strange eloquent imaginings
made all my speech a bell of brass.
I know for certain, now it's done,
necessity and love are one.
10
Here is a peak in my spare time.
I see my father in his prime.
What came to him has lately come
to me as well: delirium,
the dove descending at my bath.
I took the haunted desert path.
Temptation kept me on my toes.
I liked the view, and so it goes.
"Objective" was the word he loved
and yet he got himself involved,
filled the house with human life–
and now I have a pregnant wife .
Scouring the past in search of names
there are some things that we would change
but as for Eden, let it keep
to the old pages, sound asleep.
