He has nothing to say
& he yells it
feeling it
as some thing
(what he _knows_)
not intuition this
mix of anger & fear
to intuit means
to perceive
the real world
gone now
into the whirled blight
bliss to be asleep
walking tall
inside the closed mind
Douglas Barbour
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Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
Venerable Optimist
He saw the dark as a ragged garment
spread out to air.
Through its rents and moth-holes
the silver light came pouring.
Denise Levertov
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