Revelation Again

I am not of a mind
to be freed of the dream;
and to wander down the streets
headless.

Who would recognize me
if my face had been secreted
and my voice had been taken
to some echoing canyon?

Oh, we have been walking too long
without visages
or kind eyes.
I could not keep my voice
if it did not have songs.
I could not keep my eyes
without light.

You are drunk they say!
Ah, yes, taken with delusion
and delighting in it.

You are mad they say!
Ah, mad with that swooping sense
of recognition of reality;
its tiniest parts
its most obscure details.

Solomon thought it
as he stared at the temple walls.
How the soft arms of Bathsheba awaited
and all those wives sang
of yearnings
and smiled.