Synthesis
Bob Ludden
http://www.essex1.com/people/robert/
Though mine among the millions,
Still I do not own this child,
The core of stone or mist
Released this night
To stand along the ramparts
Long ago upraised to serve
One cause alone.
Demarking truth from void.
For art is higher than the noblest vision.
It is our substance,
Our nostrum for decay, indeed,
but more!
It is the centrifuge of breathing dust
That found a universe beyond itself,
And then another just inside its own,
In equal whirling splendor...
In tune with sirens
Singing in the soul,
Just now, and for all time to be!
