To An Unknown Soul
Of all the fragmentary thoughts
that ride along with us-- a
moment's tingle to the spine,
then fly away as any brighter one
will scatter them like bowling pins,
there is a carefully concocted vision
that I have when I can see
that I am not alone, that someone
also reaches forth his fingers
just to touch, to murmur "yes."
For there are vapors rising from the earth,
reminding me that all will dream,
entangled with unspoken quests
until I understand that there persist
deep-seated cravings from within
that must be satisfied in Everyman.
The good still breathes;
a hidden justice lurks;
a heart proclaiming right still
thunders at our viscera--our
total self to stand complete.
This is the hidden sacrament
I need to share with you.
I need to know there is an alter self,
or someone just a spirit step away,
who travels this same road
with equal consciousness and light,
lumen for the way ahead, and in a sense
confirm in me, the certainty
that spirit touch I thought about,
is real.
~
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