Inchoate Union
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
Escaping the symmetrical is not the point.
Escaping random beauty in a line
Of poetry is true. The gods anoint
A perfect union, earthly and divine,
Saints singing, psalming but away from God
Yet wanton in their beauty as they sing,
Not perfect in solidity there awed,
Not consummate in spheres that orbits swing
Above solidity of Pharaoh shapes.
The pilgrims search for something, trudging on,
Their children chasing butterflies while drapes
Of holiness prevent the pilgrims’ dawn.
Their chanting of the gospel songs and prayers
Blinds all from seeing Jacob’s ladder stairs.
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