Saturday, June 15, 2013

These wandering lights begin to invent

These wandering lights begin to invent
a script that contains scattered verses,
labyrinthine propositions, the excellent
exegesis of philosophers, the rehearsed
argument of the artists surrounding me.
These various patterns moving in sight
of the reading eye, between the oak tree
and the colorful iris drinking in light;
these artifacts demonstrate the worth
of that which we desire, what we invoke
in the ridiculous prayer moving forth
from our lips: a word quietly spoken
in still nights and in enlightened days,
that fills the air with trembling praise.

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