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Prokosch, Dr Frederic - Chosen Poems – from The Perfectionists
Identifier
029057
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
A description of the experience
Across our little afternoon -
love, music, hurricane
Enter and rush like ghosts
through that old cave,
the human brain.
And to what end?
We stumble, fumble, grumble
sneeze and snore
Knowing that even the present is lost
and the past not ever sure.
Struggling to keep rich the past
and yet the present pure,
We fall and break our hearts in
the darkness of all we endure.