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A sudden noiseis gone.The passage of the space betweentwo things.
Nothing follows the thought of anabruptly opened door:In the full beam of the spotlightAn empty man.
Between the temple and the temple,I am the diff erence, the same,between the temple and the templeof the identical priest
who hangs suspended in the silenceof this wilderness. [End Page 35]
Footnotes
This poem originally appeared in Red Cedar Review, Vol. 6 Iss. 1, 1969.
