Occasional Impressions

The Gemini Poets

Why wait for sunset...

Why wait for sunset?
Half-way to the sea
the sun sets, even now, in time for dinner.
Why climb up high
to look out longest?
When sunset-time is
   captive in a second’s split
though scarce entangled by the aeon yet.

But, when it is,
Who’ll see its glory set?
(No, I dun wanna bet)
We are not fused with this
                           with that
                           with this (yes - pray continue in you)

Except deliberately!
           anxiously...?
           “tidily”
           at bus stops...
           missing trains;
(or at the mattins bell?)

Unconsciously, no-one will e’er succomb
Stop probing, Sir,
to free my undersoul for harnessing
                           in regulated, freedom, normally.

Look at the sun (its rays almost unfound you)
And let my tired and taughtened conscious ride...
emn - march 1972

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