Wikipedia Poem, No. 360

       a child 
made me see

the light grew dim 
       seer

of one small 
  primrose       flowering in flame

   moments to find
    one small primrose holy ghosting 

then 
    my sign i read 

it is said 
        i will   never find

one small primrose then wealth 
          it is said one small page 

a tear and a seer the holy ghost 
in the lenses of a         chair and a tree

       ghost     in flame 
moments to heaven       and the glass stars 

         the light was 
          very beautiful 
       and kind

    and 
here was its 
shadow 

a tear one small primrose 
flowers in the 
  stars 

the         lenses of a tree
      light was but the shadow of a chair
truth’s manuscript made 
see wonders nevermore hanged