Truth
And then at the maximum point
Of the graph of my life function
I met Seemorgh.
I opened his tome of wisdom
And pondered the other meanings
Of human words.
I had to descend heavily,
Plumes flown away,
Afterwards, to the earthen plane
Wherefrom I had just risen up
To see the plainsmen still mixing
Green with crimson.
After I had visited Him,
I had no right to order them.
I locked my tongue
Lest I might vex
The great painters,
And left them all
To suffer under their burdens—
Worthy tableaux wrapped in white shrouds.
I was an old wolf mocked by dogs;
And indifferently watched the ants
Nest on my skin;
And shared with flies
The morsel I had in my mouth.
And then I was an unseen truth.
December 1980
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