It is stayed…

January 18, 2008  (Holland)

It is stayed from spinning, to sample the gusts that simply arrive;

A house now, not a mill: ‘Their footsteps’, no mice…

In his minds eye a figure floats,

turning like a clock hand within a room only illumined by its glowing robe:

dark figures are heading closer,

holding in their fists-applications to be thoughts, emotions and selves;

This figure is sensed as predominantly Conscience;

a pale warm blued fog light beaming omnipresent,

churns and churns this earth-soil into regard so deep that

quantitative anything is simply trespassing; mind over matters

of the heart knows no foe greater than its own mirrors angled

hanging-nail un-indulged, kept secretly away from getting to know

the hand who held fast the hammer so to slow time in a stand still…