for RSS, headmaster MCS
What is this toy, the mind? We feebly snatch
at Logos – but the dunce philosophers
have turned it to a ball that none can catch.
Or we take options, shares: part his, part hers –
(again, part animal, part man, part god – )
we classify and label – sure would paint it
if we knew how! So with unknowing nod
Man tarnishes God’s gift. (Must he so taint it?)
But there are some (a few) whom no distorter
ruffles the dark mind’s-force of in the water.
Who show – though shadow-like – the full creation:
nor have much truck with treacherous shards of glass,
but hold the mirror clear.
How should he pass
whose life showed Life – was at its destination?