Losing touch

Chained to chance
misunderstood
lies the mongrel
of the brood
chanced by luck
to err in thought
yet still survives
what hath been wrought
gaoled inside
his lonely dreams
are prism'd flash
and sudden schemes
rainbows soar
migration bent
emotions flow
by Psyche sent
carried off
where none may know
in sullen hope
and cryptic flow. . .

1978