The Clown's Sentiment

The mind
Is not cruel
Though the heart
Has been measured.

And not bowing to fear,
Though no stillness
Of tremble.
No matter, you see--

Speaking's graceful faces
Of silent tongue.
And dreaming's tiny children
With dark hands

To the sun.
And seeking's scrape of
Flesh from the soul
With leap of

Beyond. But no, it cannot be, is that so?
To know, to know--
World's absorbed by color
Hearing not the tone.

And world's wrapped in skin
Fathoming not the bone.
To know, to know
My stammering friend.

Then say it again.
Without refrain!
Because matters of still remain.
As a blotchy stain.

An absurd
Rainbow
Beneath a dark
Stage.

Kemal Faruquee copyright 1992