6.25.2014

The Quick

it is addressed thusly:
A vision.
it reads:
Such a fascinating sort, these cyphers
Their last dilemma, one made for lifers
When cold pure water thaws to bring forth
An eye like old crystal, a brightening cup
Blink-blinking, now-looking, now tipping up
Receiving light, sungold dipped in dark north;

As ghosts all, perhaps only half living
And hosts always a soft radiance giving
Half earth, half sky, half star-stuff
So smile suspended breath, knowing cloud
Is your expanding, blowing under heaven bowed
You three and two and never-loud -- enough?

O cry out; will they rise and in rising be first--
Or in that sunrising will their light be dispersed?

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