Other

Other’s voices lose touch,other’s touch can never sayas much as the silencethat we hold.Peripheral universe unfoldsthe moon lies down to eclipse’sblanket, and the down of yousprouts, half animal, half mystic.We meet where we may, thoughcontinents divide and other’s livesjostle for attention, no one squaresthe circle of this.I hold you in my minda crucible of fire, boy -manholding back the torrents.A union unsung we’ve backedin corners long enoughsearching full thronged streetsfor some way out.Other’s voices lose touchother’s touch can never sayas much as the silencethat we hold.Now we are come to this:spun of spirit raised by dreamsa hunger for the ultimate;turn again retrieve the applefrom that long dead tree,when I was Eve.