A beast stands at my eye. <br /> <br />I cook my senses in a dark fire. <br />The old wombs rot and the new mother <br />Approaches with the footsteps of a world. <br /> <br />Who are the people of this unscaled heaven? <br />What beckons? <br />Whose blood hallows this grim land? <br />What slithers along the watershed of my human sleep? <br /> <br />The other side of knowing ... <br />Caress of unwaking delight ... O start <br />A sufficient love! O gently silent forms <br />Of the last spaces.<br /><br />Kenneth Patchen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-naked-land/
