He Read The Verse

He read the verse He had composed There was this time No timeless sub-beam in his eyes But quiet moons and The immense extending skies Voice of the loud heavens So he would read well Lean back in his chair And think And think He needed no smoking pipe His excitement was on But was subdued He turned around and around In his arm-chair With every thought that Followed thought So he continued throughout The long night In alternation Reading and thinking Reading and thought The clock struck midnight And beyond The vessel of time sailed Hour after hour Till he fell asleep tired…