THE LIMLE-LIGHT
THE LAND-LINE
You do not know that beneath this world nothing
makes any sense : the shape of the Sun's circle
by chance, and accounting for such differences
in distance, is the same as that circle of the nearby
Moon? The flat and pale coloration of the inoffensive
sky mirrors all the world of water to the eye?
How did this come to be?
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I cannot stipulate the differences among men
between the mind of the vile and the heart of the
good; yet, they all exist. And the overcoat worn
by the killer would just as well fit the saint and
peacemaker? That the worm, as William Blake
would have it, forgives the plow? We all sit in
this chorus, somehow adept and nervous,
while awaiting each our solo?
while awaiting each our solo?
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There is magic in the caves of Spain and France,
where saints and holy men once sang and lived?
There are relics in Jerusalem's bunkers and headers
where we align ourselves with hiding out the myths
of man and beast? All those things which have
made us what we are? A society of the craved and
madmen of mountains and valleys alike?
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