Of blinding lights and
Thoughts and calls
And language of old
And Biblical
We be enamored
Rilke, Gibrain were
From our ages not far
Rumi was farther:
But all three
Though not exclusively
By far
All three were Muses
In alternation
At one Time or other:
Why not?
Time was moving
And
With the Time the evolution of a Poet Seer.
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