The Full View Poem by 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]
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