I'll be so free in Spring I said
to wander where my fancy led
to find all tenses, rose slipped time
all that music intertwined
away with the topical
deep astray
at least that's what they always say
when I slip out of the wan soup day to memorize old lines.
somehow not to be understood
matters so little in search of good
and I will undertake again
without the proof men hold too dear
of what is topical and near
I'll memorize old lines.
I will catch the notes caught out
fluted on the flower fused air
footfall upon a crystal stair
the mist as durable as a rock
and the rock dissolved
tarry not there no angels say
there is no God
the earth is made
of pixels and of all that spin
distracting from the worlds within
Ill pack the gold of lines that fed
the living still among the dead
and cast my lot with Christ who knows
beauty lives and scorn must go
and learn again what we still know
who memorized old lines.
mary angela douglas 10 december 2022
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