Anectahi's Chant

Here is a poem entitled Anectahi's Chant published in Woodland Poems.

Anectahi's Chant

The hearts of men rest

Far from where they sleep

And dream profusely

In the night; absence

Is the only joy

That moves their spirits

Closer to the form

Each impression hides.

Obscure are the ways

In which their visions

Turn truth in the mind

To rename its fate,

And by this, conceive

Of present worth, false

Entangled judgements

Not to be escaped.

If error desists

and that which be thought

Right of intention

Never a victim

Of shame, the tortures

They so long inflict,

Fall to a moment

Of dissolution--

What will I become?

Douglas Thornton