TRICKLING
DOWN the lines of sight
Tear
drops that run down windows
Falling
past eyes that never asked for them
Nor
ever dreamed they would be needed
Though
nothing truly good was ever made
Without
them
Even
those which outwardly never emerged
But
were locked inside
Were
the secret channels of true perception
Lines
of sight that could come no other way
Though
we tried every other means
And
went through every outer-part of knowledge
There
was no other way that worked so well as sorrow
The
un-thanked for gift---the other side of joy
*
The
Waking Part
I SHAN’T
put off today the waking part
Of
what I should have done yesterday---
The
capturing of the live coal
In
the brisk undoing-thing
That
walked across my soul
I
can’t hold back the lighted break
Within
the in-depth forest
Of
the half-forgotten fears
Of
my tormented mind
The
littlest of sorrows
Can
hold the greatest treasures
For
the joy that I was given to perceive them
*
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