Saturday, January 18, 2014

Soft Signs

They evince soft signs
of trancelike exultation --
songs sung less like anthems

than like distant lullabies –
and yet so selflessly imbued
with what they feel to be divine

there is no other thing
for them to do but offer this
soft-pillowed praise -- to chant

its billowing incantatory line.
They gently raise their
faint translucent proclamation.

Who are they, with their slightly
absent eyes? What spent
dissociation do we sense

in them? What size of thing
resides in their religious arts?
What is in their hearts?


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