Saturday, June 1, 2013

So many books and dreams, so many hours

So many books and dreams, so many hours
under the whirling ceiling fan, so many
works and days when she is upon tasks
while he is about us in spirit. So many

dials of years lost, so many obligations,
laws and limits, so many vibrant lights
confound and intoxicate my vain body
and render it such a figure of decay.

But the organized pattern has returned
after three days of rest, the unwitnessed
argument of inspired bewilderment.

Thus lines of text and prophecies become
an improvised recital that is happening
around us in strange administered ritual.

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