a poem by a Faust:
Initiation
or, the Mystery of the House of God
& when at last i hold the key
after searching, & searching, & feeling lost
i wonder was it wrong of me
to value thresholds never crossed
& when at last i try the lock
without once stopping thinking twice
i find i barely had to knock
in fact a whisper would suffice
& when — at last — an opened door —
no more of would or could or might
i wonder what i waited for
Time is & always has been right
& when, at last, my steps are through
no failing -- no trying --
no fear
no fear
i find i only needed to
to see a thing familiar here.
written over the course of more than a decade,
beginning circa 1991
