Pericopes

separated, cold, unhung

sit the images

shattered

floating, drifting

with effort, with cause

each seeking to be the Whole

in its own right.

my Author weeps with salty, solicitous streams

of His inner Self.

Reconciliation of the mass,

of that once bountiful state of creation,

seems inconceivable;

yet, the pericopes of the Masterswork

pursue their identity, missing

the moment

of that which is yearned and feared

in the same Breath.

February 4, 1989

Michael Winn