Hymn For 4% Of Almost Nothing
Winter knows my reverie
forcing song and jubilee
from tired dampness trapped within
windburned pallor skin
Heaven calls the names I've lost
heaven knows I've paid the cost
for staring headlong at the sun
blindness one by one
Universe's matter dark
blinking stars and distant quark
send suggestions far too old
to be retold
Now I'm seeing
better being
while listing on your doorstep
with Beginning's once again resounding terms
Four percent of almost nothing
comes again to save this day
before summer has it's way
in this town unbecoming
a good poem of metamorphosis and positive change (as I see it), Keith...the imagery is well-chosen too...enjoyed reading this poem...