Eternity in an Hour

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand 

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, 

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 

And Eternity in an hour.”

- William Blake

one script meets another on roads dreary

merge as the warp and weft in an insane bed

with some intolerant indecent fantasy 

black inveigles the eternal red

of blood that flows as miniature streams

blazing fires cloud an azure expanse

and the screams... dear god, the screams

that echo, ricochet, break immense

decibel barriers as miseries spread 

like a warm cloistered undermined rug

like the moth-ridden musty-smelling dead

that cling to the idea of humanity like a drug

in the eternity of that fanatical hour pictures emerge

of hatred, intolerance, faithlessness that surge

(November, 1984)