THE TUNNEL OF LOVE
In this
poem
beginning here certain elements
are gathered
together in a pattern
born of a space
and a time uniquely equal
to now
bearing
on the flow
of space and time
that constant current
of image & idea
that dances
with the eye
across the page
these elements of verbal architecture
not only rearrange our mental furniture
but also paint the walls of our worlds
in yet undiscovered colors
or cut new windows in the mind
to see through!
or, to be wholly
specific, here,
in the Tunnel of
Love
even though we suspect it be the ghosts
that are real, and we,
the shadows,
we hold one another in close embrace
Hyampom (1980)
Copyright© 1980, Allan Bazar
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