Shadow and Light
One morning in the ordered-crowded room
Where voice gripped and emotion heard
An old man seated lone and his thought roam
Wondering into the corners of so deep,
While time challenge Guru and Rabbi
In-slave self give reason confront the earth
And let the mute speak of forgotten but cannot die
The spell that haunted the forested thought,
Halt charm of the wise and ancient crept
To the grave the antiquity laid on the altar
Where naked-mystery stood the nave volt
The senses that kissed the neither world sober,
The fang that give berth oh human tongue
Hence gods and mortals breathe ‘twas sung.
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