Constancy With Dusk

You see, my Monsignor The transferring bit by bit Part by part Of civilization from the Realm of the Conscious: The Sub-Conscious in as direct Proportion grows. You see, my Monsignor, Our constancy with dusk And night and stars And moon, and dark, Silhouettes and caves, And coves and caverns Echoing: With satyrs, fauns, Graces and nymphs, Mists, magic and beauty Separate and combined And all the rest: Read my lines Chant my verse and Know the list – You see, my Monsignor. You do not speak, my Monsignor But hear always Attentive in the ear: Think so profound Dream in the sub-conscious Smile at the civilization Alternative My Monsignor.