is once more tapping at doors, rattling windows,
opening eyes, ears, minds to the possibility
of an idea gathering momentum
to create a monumental miracle.
But is it more than in a flight of fancy, we hear a roll of gigantic
drums awakening us to felt the universal pulse giving birth
to a renewal of tenderness - arousing us to view hate and revenge
as a false tracery to be chased time out of time - beyond
mind's sight - until our tread mill memory is stilled?