THE TUNNEL OF LOVE

 

In this poem beginning here certain elements are gathered together in a pattern born of a space and a time uniquely equal to now bearing on the flow of space and time that constant current of image & idea that dances with the eye across the page these elements of verbal architecture not only rearrange our mental furniture but also paint the walls of our worlds in yet undiscovered colors or cut new windows in the mind to see through! or, to be wholly specific, here, in the Tunnel of Love even though we suspect it be the ghosts that are real, and we, the shadows, we hold one another in close embrace

Hyampom (1980) Copyrightę 1980, Allan Bazar



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