I
saw a glass – mirrored in a firmament made new
In
it – the essence of the quest – the drink of life:
That
longed-for something we couldn’t name.
The
sequestered light resided there – and wisdom
That
would turn our base metal into gold
Our
earthly croaking to that of the songs of doves.
In
it was life – yet life turned so completely
That
to the world, deceived – it knew too much
Its
lively drink seemed black as night, and even
Dark
as death – and in all its limpid ways – perilous.
But
I saw it – from within – within the leaden glass
Inside
and on the further side of the crystal sky
Where
– against me – it was not mirrored to me
Sipped
from and drunk in full – it had changed me
And
I could say: What of fear, if the end of it was joy?
What
did the peeling away, or the rocky ride matter
If
in the end, it led to a kind, bright destiny
Appointed
from the beginning, and even from before it?
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