Through the hourglass the perpetual passing of time
has captured my reverie and it renders me still.
The buffoons perform a series of pranks and charades
to tickle me with a cleverly inventive pantomime.
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Yes, fantasy is the appropriate word to identify the topic of this poem, but even more significant is the fantastic language you use throughout. Your have no fear of polysyllabic words to carry the fullness of this vision. This is not fantasy of gossamer and fairies.You preside over a masquerade that only partially disguises the participants, who are real humans trying to purge their egoism and replace it with an OPENNESS to the larger cosmic world. I counted five times the appear of the title image THE LIGHT UPON THE HILL, which the revelers presumably lit with their torches (lines 7-8) , so that they have sufficient light to complete their ritual of renewal. And it also functions as a answering light to the cosmic radiance frequently evoked by the speaker. OR the reader can dispense with this sort of heavy-handed explanation and just enjoy the play of light and shadow as the gorgeous languages washes over him or her.
Hi Daniel It is not very often that someone digs into the inner meaning of my very personal language. I do truly appreciate you taking the time to skillfully give a review of my poesy. Thanks, Paul