The Greeks said, those great Muses
who civilise us, grace our dance of life,
were once, before they were nine,
just three; and before that,
...
It has to be; one day, perhaps,
we’ll know the wisdom absolute of this;
and yet, and yet... I’m just a little sad,
...
Under the ring of linked brown arms,
bare feet, brown feet with whiter soles
drum on the dusty, hard brown earth, stomp the rhythm
as if to wake the gods of earth
...
the brain a gray worm
ceaselessly explores itself
and sometimes I think of all
...