Holiness of Rationality
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If we could ripen sleep to more than dreams
And nightmares—visions verified by veiled
Ezekiels, Isaiahs, or the beams
Of truth from Christ’s own outstretched palms deep nailed
In tens of thousands of those paintings held
Above us—we might learn the sacred aim
Of life. These vedic visions might be spelled
In Sanskrit, Kurdish, Hebrew all in flame
Or icebergs floating on horizons of
The mind. Interpreted at sacred feasts
These clearer visions not fogged up by love
Could be explained by sacrificial beasts
Devoted to their death on altars reared
To reason, dreams no longer sweating weird.