Because what I want most is permanence,
The long unwinding and continuous flow
Of subterranean rivers out of sense,
That nourish arid landscapes with their blue– Poetry, prayer, or call it what you choose That frees the complicated act of will And makes the whole world both intense and still– I set my mind to artful work and craft, I set my heart on friendship, hard and fast Against the wild inflaming wink of chance And all sensations opend in a glance.
Oh blue Atlantis where the sailors dream Their girls under the waves and in the foam– I move another course. I’ll not look down.

Because what I most want is permanence,
What I do best is bury fire now,
To bank the blaze within, and out of sense, Where hidden fires and rivers burn and flow, Create a world that is still and intense.
I come to you with only the straight gaze.
These are not hours of fire but years of praise, The glass full to the brim, completely full, But held in balance so no drop can spill.