***
if i could once see (freeing from
the ape-pleasure needs)
then could i be a sun
wrenched, explosion, from
dull heartless blindness
to sparkle-sprinkle particle life
upon bone-tool cold brethren
if i could once live (fleeing from
the tape-measure deeds)
then would the sieve shuffle
me from finer fare
letting perish those
grains (average, leverage, knowledge) which
crumple like paper money
if i could once give (fretting not
agape treasuries)
then could i be a child
possessing only
what mere traits did God
first assign, design, confine here
wond’ring not at life’s purpose
and failing, thus, not to grasp it
 ***
I like this one a lot.
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Thanks very much! It is rather old, but i came across it yesterday, fixed it up a bit and, like an old car, it still runs pretty well, i guess.
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