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Brooding unhatchable eggs upon the moon.
May forth he came
From stars and stones and streams,
Imprimatur on bone
Of cubist dreams and austere allegory. 

Transecting time and space
We sat around a table
To focus on his face
Or an idea, unable
To unfold the dark white rose
Of Christian fable. 

A time for miracles--indeed, for human 
Shadows were not cast by objects then But by conceptions. There to witness one Authority The trembling avowals of a blind minority. We heard his metaphysics We determined his humanity; The one was like a reef The other was the sea.

"glo-po" 2001 ------ continue ....