EXALTED
On the high ledge, atop the
higher ridge, yes, up high where
the land ends, I stand. No longer
looking down, I stare straight out
to seek : fair semblance of sleep
in the daylight, or something on
the order of a trance. Like a Jesus
Lord, for forty days in a wilderness
tempted, I think that I can take it -
even with a Satan's arrival, should
it happen. Will I see and recognize
the cloak, the face? Or have I already
seen Him but did not know? And how
strange would that be, if it were so?
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