"Thought is Surrounded by a Halo"

Show me the order of the world,

the hard-edge light of this-is-so

prior to all experience

and common to both world and thought,

no model, but the truth itself.

  Language is not a perfect game,

  and if it were, how could we play?

  The world's more than the sum of things

  like moon, sky, centre, body, bed,

  as all the singing masters know.

  Picture two lovers side by side

  who sleep and dream and wake to hold

  the real and imagined world

  body by body, word by word

  in the wild halo of their thought.