Portals To Eternity
Beautiful portals
to eternity have been
shattered. Keen poets
can sometimes see glass fragments,
on secular streets,
when the light is fresh and clear.
More often than not,
miasmal mists hide visions
so that we only
perceive sordid surfaces.
Many particulars
gather in virtual worlds
like shadow plays, yet
the original forms have
to be dug deeply
for, and dredged up, like treasure.



















