The New Man
On a green hill, a
Tall spire
Scoured with wire
Brushes. The new
Man, Chronos,
Circles, supplicates.
How direct
The path,
But how steep.
To gain entry
He must forge
Stars at the apex
And admitted,
extinguish the stars
One by one.
The New Man
On a green hill, a
Tall spire
Scoured with wire
Brushes. The new
Man, Chronos,
Circles, supplicates.
How direct
The path,
But how steep.
To gain entry
He must forge
Stars at the apex
And admitted,
extinguish the stars
One by one.
Clark Knowles 