Alone in this drowsy epicentre
In the after-silence of the bells -
The stone column an extension of my spine,
The dome the weight of my thought.
Deep in this rock is the resonance of Time,
Scope, Knowledge, the Weight of the sky and
Gravity and Dark and History’s quest: the
Searches of Souls and Intrusions of Gospels.
I listen to the wise instinct of the resonances.