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GOLD |
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by Charles Carreon
Looking now through the window of a womb At hands that have touched everything in the universe -- Now clenched in embryonic fists -- The world's been turned to gold Impacted, imploded, blasted inward, Melted, smelted, and refined
"I dwelt among the rivers of your mind."
I have been walking in the empty hills Down under the mountains Through caverns of blackness That echo with untrodden tunnels, Searching for the El Dorado of the blind. Now, look, where cold invisible herons Come to spread their wings In a sky rippled with clouds, And ancient men in ancient clothes Take shelter in the grottoes of the wind.
"The mountains are of gold; The world is a jewel, A spider in a precious web."
Unafraid, he said, I walk through the golden abyss, the fathomless radiance, Singing a song to cup the fragile draught of life. The tiger has become my friend. The dragon makes merry with the clouds, And among the mountain peaks Ancient men in ancient clothes Take shelter in the grottoes of the wind.
"The rivers and rocks are married together -- No one remembers our name."
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