MISS. 'RED DRESS'
I DRANK YOUR KISS
ANTILLIAN SOUL
FROM A DISTANCE
A DATE
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Talking to idols in a temple tall,
tambourines shaking in a chapel small-
in Worship, I wander.
For richer or poorer, better or worse:
the gentle drumming, heart-felt force-
in Love, I rove.
Turning on the moonlight's thousand turbines,
only to burn in its brutish abyss-
in Passion, I pleasure.
The great escape
from ‘life as usual' into a world of ideal truth-
in Art, I flow.
The necessary evil
and the only means of measurable proof-
in Science, I dabble.
The motion of the utmost effort,
laughing ahead to enlightenment-
in Duty, I fortify.
Continually stepping with sleepless toes,
on its non-sticking path through space-
in Time, I suspend.
The breathless zone laid waiting,
and the receiving place of earthly purpose-
in Death, I triumph.
Copyrighted © 1992 by: René de Beauville
All Rights Reserved.
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