October 1, 2012

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  The Mite   

   

  Deep in the limb the stealthy mite

  Twists in the dark solidity of this majestic night

  And with discreet rapidity rips heart and mind

  From all aspiring men

   

  In this ethereal night

  The secret mite stalled in the bright day's starkness

  Reaches outward now and soars

  Higher still in this desired darkness

  Than it ever will again

   

  Who can it reach in this acute and bitter loneliness?

  How does this disenchantment lie within it?

  Does it go as deep as its immutable heaven?

   

  Soundless - The mite burrows as it dreams

  Of aureate skies and tremulous seas

  Of whirling fogbirds and withered maple trees

  Of the bitten lip as the child moves restless in its womb

  Of earth tossed upon paneled wood

  As the sorrowful living close the tomb

   

  Stark sudden visions stalk this incredible night of the mite

  Light floats flicks flickers

  Hideous hydrogens hibernate in their heat

  Entombed atoms toil then quit

  Enlightened electrons explode divide

  Stars soar - Galaxies glide

  The universe veers in this violent void

  This dust of starworlds

  Crystallized cosmoses teeming dreaming

  Questioning the ever-questioning mite

  Do they affect its acrid soul

  Thirsting for rewarding dews and sensual nights?

   

  Its effort ceases

  Yet the corrupted soul of the secret mite

  Is ever sparked anew by the tensions and trials

  Which are its common sheperdings

   

   

   

   

   

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