Centres

Gathering in, ingathering flocks of gorgeous meadow flowers

Dewy pouring armfuls, cascades overflowed to excess

Remember of this day which gave you, gave you, did not ration

Oh for each day such an imprint – so distinct, so wholly!

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There where you were was centre of this doubtful world –

Caught up in all significance – were you that very afternoon,

Sheer nowhere no-ones, you saw yourselves to be completely so

Lost in absconded vision, thinking gone, your thoughts subducted

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He sat a petty person, one among a bunch of others;

To anyone else, another no-one, sat beside knees, breasts,

His kin, whose easy sway appears a wave of aimless actions,

Loose-swung in limb, implicit of no mortal pressure

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Hermit or convict, is no issue, makes no point,

His cell the meet thing to be known; inflicting

By an impotent constraint, by walls, by time and wasting

A world its centre cored, removed, like any apple’s

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Outside bids what goes on, declares, where sprawls the world a tumult,

Glamour the stirring actor here calls, blusters, plaudits, fames,

Refrains refraining vapid centre-spreads, log consciousness

Whose drowsy axes turn on spinning webs of cloth of gold 

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Twenty-five years arrears in sedentary contemplation

The exercise yard, bucket latrines, a library, the day’s respites

Parsed nights of holy blue-grey flannel-suited dreams

Lost sight of by slighting eyes, inside, outside, unseen your days

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But here are so close contretemps, whose cramps clip out the soul

Arguing on with self the rate accompted of its trafficks

Maintaining watch a presence here, a hope a small handhold

Ah, let its rift be cleft

In wedge and split apart, and Grace fall out aglow – Gaude!

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Releasing to reveal The Centre True; and trumpet here

An ear to comprehensive understanding. Sempiternal, real

Cognition, a priori, give an animated gasp; and nudge

Reprieving people’s rummagings through two-a-penny rags,

Where internee’s embrasures cowl the coruscating light.

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This serried multitude, make victors – amoretti – videlicet

Bespoken new catechumen before a Saviour’s world

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