What Lies Inside

Quick as a wink you find yourself alone And you go to find that lost music Hidden so carefully inside yourself On some long ago hide and seek, Elusive since tender years It floods your being; reverberates Down twisted tunnels of primeval tongues Spoken only by the mouth-less In dusty streams of dying starlight And in children's unencumbered longings There's silent screaming and ecstasy of ghosts Left in solitary nightmares But only a grain of rational truth, To mend illusions incoherence Stitches of burnt symmetries Anchored in soft beds of clay On a meandering, timeless river: With all our worship of ascendant notions Brotherhood and spatial fidelity- We can never see the whirling worlds eye Except ours be single and wide open.