The longer I live time grows short
and it’s not me and not me is ever
not what you think or would sink
deep enough to bring it all down

To a dreary logical conclusion and
delusion waits in an ambush in the
wings of the great aching arches in
all that space center energy flying

Away there’s circumference all so
round and rolling and just polling
as we echo into the spoken tongue
glorious in all fine divine diversity

Subtle gradations march together
across great glad continuous space.

 

James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.