by John Polselli

Sweet autumn has arisen like a shade
Reanimated from the wooden house
Of Thanatos to numb the tepid glade
And bid me name Urania my spouse.
The sable eyelid of the cosmos closes
Baring stars—bright neutrons in a brain
Embedded in a mind which now reposes
And submits to that obscure domain
In which a particle becomes a wave
In which a thought transforms into a shape,
A shape that stirs in shadow by a grave.
My root among the stars at which I gape,
Restore to memory my native home
Whereby, within my visions, I may roam.