There at the end the virgin counsels us <br />If we ask if she chooses <br /> <br />This is a black this is a white <br />A world simple a world chosen <br /> <br />Not the now knowing not knowing the then <br />A world dreamt of worlds undreaming <br /> <br />Here we doubt there was no never doubting <br />In the stripes of these shadows <br /> <br />The haunting gives no unhaunted time to reflect <br />A time passant a world unmoved <br /> <br />There at the end the virgin still counsels <br />In kneeling admitting that we admit <br /> <br />That time was it's own that time truth <br />An innocence flavour within these shadows <br /> <br />In the dark being of the intended focus <br />Become my unique my hermit usual <br /> <br />Trapped in habits imagined reality this my drape <br />Enchanted by failure of chantless cloisters<br /><br />michael oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trying-to-be-there/
