I have been plagued by a vision
A vision of man
Shoulder broad
a man with fire in his eyes
and power and adventure
and gentle violence
he has my name
he has my face
he is not me
I have tears in my eyes
and reluctant a
heart
I speak to my soul
Like David why so down cast
It responds
I am
blind.
What would bring joy?
To remove that man that vision
that falsehood
and to see
as
I
truly
am