Concealment or Revelation
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If minds could play the instruments of mist,
Sopranos sing the songs of unheard souls,
And treble boys in choirs sing amethyst
Magnificats, then minds might grasp their goals.
If life were printed, see through ink on breath,
If painters brushed their gouache on ghostly robes,
If sculptors carved ideas on frightened death,
Then we might see our way to Plato’s globes
Of thought. The athlete builds his muscles in
A flawless bulge of flesh: devotion knows
The way to male perfection when the sin
Of red tattoos is veiled by Mylar clothes.
..A nun hides truths beneath her whispered prayers
….As wary monks hide selves in incense layers.