'Telosis' a CTMU Poem by BN Braughton
The first of hopefully many to come, of Poems from Our Resident Poet in the Compatriots. I Really Hope this hits Your conscience in clarity.
Telosis
Am I the clay, the Muse, the subject,
the silent statue,
or the Shadow that
sun cast behind ?
I can point bemused at an object and give it clay made of my mind.
What is pointing and at what sign?
I can substitute my objections
for the life that I, it is to find exists.
made up my mind in tension with this
forgot to will
a working invention that lives.
Of what is the inventor made?
Does he just strip away the excess stone within? Or was the perfect hand just hiding
Waiting to be alone again?
No,
A friend , inventor
By hands , by hearts,
by feeling process sought
Processions of the giving progress
promise, a thought and song made art.
What profit cold to forge a plot?
Prophet shows the living work of God
Of which no thing is made apart.
—BN Braughton
[Greg W. - I wish to express My heartfelt appreciation for Mr. Braughton letting Me publish this Poem on His Behalf, I pray for Many more such expressions in the future —God Bless]