April 1970
A metempsychosis in evolving time, A unity of unremembered births, A chain and link of fierce Promethean woe, An end unseen by a momentary veil, The numbing shadow cast by Truth's inverse, The search for That which latent lies within.
In poem's mantra and in music's chant A timeless sculptor chisels tirelessly To evoke a hidden God from stubborn clay. The residue of former selves may serve In part to answer our silent prayers To know ourselves beyond the dream-like past.
Poems 1970 (6)
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