The posings of a poet.

Spirtual Schizo

Seers have ever been torn between what is to be and what could
Writers have scratched out the truth of all that should
Poets have seen what was under the beauty open to all
Historians have tried to put fingers on the tragedy of our fall
Magicians have tried to remind us that there is always far more
Naturalists have struggled to shed clarity on sand, sea, and shore
Speakers have stolen what bits of all these they could
But there are not many listeners left who would
Not physiological, Not mental
Not intentional, Not accidental
Spiritual, Visual
Internal, Diurnal
Seeing Unseen
Writing to Glean

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