Note to Self
Note to Self
8/11/15, on returning home to Lake Delaware
The maddened world runs
About
Trying to find you, O Self
And, seemingly obtained like a pearl in a dream,
To feed your ferocious
Demands
Calling
Your chill, violent and gaping throat
Esteem
And the polished chain of justification
Enlightenment’s golden beam
While empires pass
Like a star’s ghostly gleam
On the windblown surface
Of a dark pond
Now here, now bright, now
Gone
Waiting
I wait
For even a moment’s brief peek
However long
Beyond your impetuous screen.
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