“Incandescent poet
in your solitary cell,
answer please
what no prayer
or deity can tell.”
* * * * *
“To make sense
of what is meant
by your obscurities,
the consequence—
have little doubt—
of an accident,
your gospel
may not be truth,
but the clouds
and planets,
patterns in the sky.
The proper question
is what to ponder
for an answer . . .”
JH