The wandering mind that wanders far and late And wanders where from causal clouds the lightning breaks And rivers thunder from blank riven air Unhouseled by light. The mind is there. 5 Deep and deeplier, into the most low lightless grotto The mind pursues its darkness unaware Of how it does increase the dark it brings and bares Where still the shark sleeps. The mind is there. Out beyond this room, beyond the moon, beyond, beyond, 10 Behind the seeping dark that inhearses every darting star, Beyond pale planets, back beyond where shooken concepts jar And Time is dead. The mind is there.
From the collection "The Timid Leaper"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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