This poem is taken from PN Review 100, Volume 21 Number 2, November - December 1994.
Five Poems
Steps
First is the feeling,
which I must trust, moving on -
cut into the void.
A passage opens-
that is where the drama is -
out of the covert.
To attain a truth,
work fearlessly, for ourselves.
We must break our taste.
You dance on the edge
of destruction, you dare see
what will come of it.
There is work to do
with fire - simplify the self-
charred and blackened form.
You finger the edges,
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