His Soul Dream

His soul dreams in shapeless clay;

A dust filled rapture

Ever calls a momentary bliss.

 

The unconscious music resounds

Where hearts are torn in flux

And radiant the sleeping sound

Pressing blind truth earthbound.

 

And man is free in form

To join the wind’s unknowing breath,

A bottomless well of joy

That greets the union drift.

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