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  • Writer's pictureAndrew D. Clark

Upaya



Smokeless fire

Of smiling essence.


Here becomes a vision.


An open wordless call,

Not born of sullen schism.





Hear in half light,

No way of chanced word.


O, road of autumn night.

Golden silence heard.





O thy sordid ways,

Tremble now amid the haze.


I will see you there.








O seed of seer,

Of tragic majesty.


Reveal to me now what I hear,

Of love lost and soon to be.





Peer into my eyes

Softest shining starling light.


I am coming home.




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