TO GOD
ETERNAL
AGAIN
I have no feeling for love or for want,
for children or mothers and dads. They
are all unimportant trifles for me, each
a dalliance with but outline and form.
Instead, I keep you watching : most
important, heart, love, sublime. The
man with the castle-profile, some
accidental Indian recalling a place
he's never been, a Pacific Northwest
Haida native recalling creation myths.
None of that matters now, for that
creation is all over and done. I have
no alchemy or gold for you - even
my very best words are dross and
coal for your ash and fire.
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