Wisdom's house is firmly built; her seven pillars raised. Her wine and bread on table spread--a feast a king would praise. And out she sends her servant-maids to call at twilight hour To those of foolish character to come nigh and devour The bread of learning, and be…
The corner of the white-walled room is hung with stair-like stars. The inches squared where cobwebs dwell is where the cosmos are. The cosmos of the my white-walled mind are brimming with the light of forces, of creation-- imagining the night. The white-walled cosmos of the night my psyche bends…
The war I wage with words is endless, beautiful and cursed. The ink, the letter, syllables--they express but they confine. Nevertheless I break the rules; nevertheless I am restrained. What then will be wrought? Will it be beauty, or remain Nothing more than words? postscript For day 2 of This…
My head splits open, crammed full as it is With heaven I have squished in confined space. I am all logic, understanding this: That finite worlds are mine now to embrace. But come the muses, here to give me earth; To rescue me from living dissonance, And in the great…