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So much to be felt
to be shouted and whispered
through the eyed walls -
wide open hearts.
So much to see and wonder
about a restless dream -
hunting the heart
stirring the eye.
The stubborn eye- still jailing the door
still, has to be there,
left-overs collector of yesterday's soul-lunch.
Shaping shadows of the mind:
movements of mourning,
movements of dancing.
Dancing over the world - caught a glimpse of
the ancient bright yellow brim within
merges into some oddly shaped fruit.
its floating ties
scattered to be collected.
(what happened to the promise &
was it there at all.
Doppelgänger of-
was it the tree of man
the tree of woman)
Collector of shadows.
Collector of colors.
(Ja, if...)
an elegy for
that higher world -
you might have
brewed -
yet not bestowed
for that perhaps superior
Word -
yet not
cut
- away -
a cut
above
- (out of) Michelangelo's raw stone
the form
the word
the world