Poems by Themis

Rift and Reconciliation

Measuring the unfound thought

I founder; there is no measure

within these mind-scapes;

there is no leisure, no time

to stand or understand...wild shapes

intermingle, make quick rhyme

with oddly gestures; wriggle, chuckle through

heart-holes or arrow-shoot through will,

chill, chuck and hoot the reasOn-formings,

storming the well-pieced, well-collected, respected

sentiments of old;

of old — hell-priced, well-delecting intellect

in their lolled indifferences.

O crack, O smash through these perversions;

Think straight, think swift;

Rift of ages between will and desire

links us to unforgotten imperfections.

Spires of longing rise — oracle-landmarks,

 Star-pinnacles against solemn willed wronging,

Columned light over desert tracks,

Prophetic intuitions, cracking, cracking,

the world's sand-dry assertions.

For lying curled within the brain's dark,

lying furled in the body-waters,

the still lotus-spirit wills reconciliation;

Ultimate unfolding of beauty, last right of its being —

Its ultimate myriad-petalled delight.

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