I am a giant mind
But puny to the task at hand
To Illumined. Moon. minds;
I am the wolf that bays.
* * *
Still I must mid-wife the Sceptic in the time of his
travail.
Point out the 'City on the Hill',
Say:...leap!...
Then pick him up each time he fails.
(It's a strange arithmatic:
The many failures, then.... you're up).
I am reading a treatise on Twilight
(Without particulars, you learn to float).
So don't ratchet up your strengths
Don't ratchet down your weakness
But leave it all below.
(Include....
Refuse to choose).
* * *
I was the wolf that bays
At shimmering oases,
Now a kind of strange arithmatic
And Twilight....make me float.