NEUTRAL GROUND

NEUTRAL GROUND
1985?

Wither thy beauty, aged by time
Humble thy presence, my means so sublime
Hide from the heralds your song of rejoice
Scurry to nowhere, as if by choice

Huddle in corners, back to the wall
Looks superficial, body but a voice
Nobody wicked, ugly or strange
All remain equal, whether or not by choice

Eyes reflect beauty, magnify one’s own
The enlarger of visions in no hollow skull
To see just for seeing, senses disown
Never the same, never the dull

Eyes hinder vision as many have told
Eyes like a fever upon glancing of gold
Greed fogs the sight for the wishes of beauty
Eyes fog the path of our own secret duty

To the dark room, black room, neutral ground
For in the sullen blackness beauty is found
In the fog lie the softened visions
In this blackness lies our soul’s true precision