Once Again Made Whole Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Dust
of your
souls … an
emissary; light
in all darkness …
that balance, in the
dancing of lunatics, kept
under those periodic memes
which surge between men and
women … beyond sorrow. I, keep
still, unseen, retaining imperfections
free, of the skies … the torch for that
eternal dark night now upon US. IAM
the debris of the immortals the brash
builder, the ocean of consistency, cold
when visible; cratered by enlightenment.
IAM the path to the cosmos, transcendence
of all souls, the remembrance foretold
the truth, the trust, the edible gold
once again made whole...