Plato and Powerful Enigmas
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When best, it hums ambiguous like tunes
From dead archangels, or like rubbed out lines
On palimpsests, or like the muffled runes
From mouths of ancient Druid priests, like signs
On pharaonic walls and tombs before
The hieroglyphs were fathomed in their dark
Existence. We are walked through rooms in poor
Light. Sentimentality mixed with stark
Dismissal, dovetailed with a piety
Of dubious extremes and the ideal
Swirled all together: no sobriety
Is needed. Readers only want to feel.
..It hums like colors in an LSD
….Confusion. That is perfect poetry.