Today as the news from Selma and Saigonpoisons the air like fallout,
I come again to seethe serene, great picture that I love.
Here space and time exist in lightthe eye like the eye of faith believes.
The seen, the knowndissolve in iridescence, becomeillusive flesh of lightthat was not, was, forever is.
O light beheld as through refracting tears.
Here is the aura of that worldeach of us has lost.
Here is the shadow of its joy.
