Poetry

Now alone in this empty space
I find
myself, realize my place,
seeing clearly my mistake:
fasting and
sacrificing
at the altar of art
sole life purpose sake.


Coming to find man cannot
sustain himself on art alone.
Such
hollow living, haunted death
worshiping idle symbols and
glorified
abstractions ahead of
experience direct.

Dreams tight squeezed,

confined to the controlled contents
of a single sparse room,

Deliverance 'neath the stellar threshold,
feeling the familiar embrace
of the cosmic womb.