Impatient Reverie
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I do not need to be an orchard or
Become a desperate bee. I do not need
To turn into a waterfall to pour
Myself down through a valley and be freed
Like mist to fill the grateful air as with
The phantom of devotion. Man does not
Require conversion into holy myth
As in apostles crowned with spirit fraught
With flames. (My body and my soul require
The great fulfillment.) I don’t need a rush
As in a torrent, flowing lava fire
As on volcano slopes of orange gush.
..I clamber for that something far above
….Such things. I crave the sacred reign called love.