Sunday, April 5, 2009

in silence

In silence, a man dwells within himself;
bringing forth the stillness for a reckoning.

Sitting nose to nose with his truth,
he unmasks his true purposes,
his true motives.

He opens his fears, pierces his latent desires,
and animates his most secret thoughts.

He dares to compare the wrong things
with the right ones.

"And when I am pinned and wriggling
on the wall, then how shall I begin?"*

Then in a final summation, with whom
can he make his appeal?

*from T.S. Eliot's, "Love Song of J. Alfred Proof Rock"

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