Brooding unhatchable eggs upon the moon. May forth he came From stars and stones and streams, Imprimatur on bone Of cubist dreams and austere allegory. Transecting time and space We sat around a table To focus on his face Or an idea, unable To unfold the dark white rose Of Christian fable. A time for miracles--indeed, for humanapprehension; Shadows were not cast by objects then But by conceptions. There to witness one Authority The trembling avowals of a blind minority. We heard his metaphysics We determined his humanity; The one was like a reef The other was the sea.
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