EYELESS JAGANNATH

I can't understand
their mystic heaven or thrills
housed in awareness

time's intricacies
or sources of plastic mist
through mythical depths

the wings of my thought
are too short to climb God's height
or blue deeps of peace

I stand on the edge
of earth's physicality
waiting on the brink

with shadowy lines
and curves to image march of
eyeless Jagannath

if nobody sees
the collapse of procession
and the dark precinct

don't blame the poets:
there is too much emptiness
and gloom to ignore