Dark Light
My Heart ; thinking of unreliable things ,
of things that claw and the
things that gore.
Lifting their heads in happy adoration
to take half thy canvas in.
Now coming back from the first to last
Night or days o'er
everything but sleep in all thy
pleasures , not that smart, should
I feel.
A gaping space that feedeth
the blessed. Yes ; or pass quickly
into the skies laughing
w-/ out cause in the night.
Now clear as glass ; and now Dark
Light.
Copyright © George Stal | Year Posted 2011
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