Mastering the Silence
I've never discovered a more gratifying way
Of penetrating the silence haloing my reclusive brain
Than by withdrawing from the hurly-burly, through meditation,
Which I taught myself to do, whether in solitary confinement
Or at a rock concert's ground zero,
Once I decided that a writer's life could sustain me —
That I would never find a more exciting, satisfying vocation
Than constructing lines, building temples, horizontally,
That rise into the sky, reach for universality,
While relying on nuances of human ambiguity
And godly certitude of the most transcendent kind,
To provide my spirit with a dignifying purpose for existing.
Indeed, what a blessed, if relatively unsung, enterprise it's been,
These nigh-on-fifty years,
Designing my impossibly, preposterously, daringly airy castles —
Poems that have provided me necessary escapes from reality,
Whenever reflection was the modus operandi I employed,
To show myself the way home, to my dynamic mind...
Rosetta-stone poems
Decoding the silence orbiting, haloing my reclusive brain,
Protecting my soul from imploding under the burden of the world.
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