In the amber tinge candle light

Of the book bound umber study

He slowly turns the captured Word

In his minds rough callused hand

A brass wire form rhombus

With opal glass sides

And mulls each sides reflection

And tries and tries to peer

Into its milky obscured soul

And cries and cries hopeless

at the diffused Light

Tears the only vestige

Of the unobtainable Truth within

 

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