Under the lips and limbs, the embraces, faces, Under the sharp circumference, the brightness, Under the fence of shadows, Is something I am seeking; Under the faces a face, Under the new an old or a not-yet-come-to; Under the voices a peace. Am I a darkness all your flames must light? A mirror all your eyes must look into - That dares not yet reflect the neutral sky, The empty eye of the sky? Submitted by Stephen Fryer
Added: 2 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 4 Sep 2026 4:29 PM | Viewed: 4760 times
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