I yearn for completion
In the abstract tapestries
A beauty as soft as music, as wood
That sends a freshness
against the waves
of lights from a distant region
of the Universe, the shape
A new measure of mind
I yearn for completion
In truth and beauty
Of another world, with
The fragrance of unbroken springtime!
I yearn for some language of substance
Beyond the biological cravings
of flesh, sniffing twilight
the pangs of the hot heart
Which hunts the barrens
For some savage harvest
Beyond color, above sound.
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Wuji Seshat 