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IN THE CLEAR LIGHT
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THE SHY RETICENT POET
In the clear light
of morning
the shaman and the priest
sit and dance
simultaneously
The moment positioned
in lucid light
the dripping wax
of thought
begins to dry
the last cloud
of a rainstorm
ends years of chaos;
the torrential faith
downpours ceaselessly
We are not
at liberty
to alter its course
or free ourselves
from its grasp
Chained to destiny
the wings are spread
but the sound
of music caroms
through the air
night and day
flip flop over
to reverse sides
and we just watch
it all transpire
humble in flesh
the angel stands naked
and the humans
can merely stare
and ponder its meaning
