David Floren

The Full View

Cup, you suffer
Fools and cups
Half-empty stuck.

Chalice, my liege,
I besiege your
Palace in dreams.

I’m stuck, struck
By doubtful circumstance.
Distance, your redoubt.

Precious few approaches
Known to flesh.
Refresh His memory.

How do I
Ascend your peak?
(Pretend I’m meek.)

Your sincere call:
What will it cost
to answer?

The full view!
I won’t be
A mere glancer.

[9-24-07 Berkeley, CA]

Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2008

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