Solace
So much of the talk is of Michelangelo
And I wish only to know
When the end will come
Of people who come and go.
My own rich thoughts
Of value rare
Are where my mind desires to go,
And the intrusion into these
Rare thoughts pollutes
The rarefied atmosphere
Of my intellect.
What then for a cloistered
Glass bead affair
Where in the thin air
I can focus on all that matters?
Dave Urmston 2015 c
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