A Glass Darkly by Joan Webster

Windswept magnolia clouds converge,
fuse, like souls coupling.
Would that minds could so meet and merge
face to face.

A cloud of insects swarms,
enshrouds, hinders sight
gets in my way

thick as thoughts
teeming:
small pasts, actions, rules, conventions, lessons learnt,
years of our former selves
condensed and shrunk
each to a dark
speck

they stick to limbs,
ingrain the skin of self,
penetrate the soul,
starkly,

dim perception blot the beyond
of truth.

Brush them aside
with good intentions
round they circle,

staining understanding,
corkscrewing into knowledge,
through desire,
impaling love
under a glass,
……… darkly.

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