Hidden Deep
The artist
must fondle the spark
while avoiding the flame
Never surrendering
to the heat
as light’s wonder calls his name
A flashing
of transcendence
escaping the warden of imprisoned time
Where the gold is buried deep
and hidden
—in mysteries still to mine
(State College Pennsylvania: October, 1977)
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