IN THE UNWOUNDING VAST by jnrJacinto Into the dingle of darkness A man's heart goes It journeys quivering Because of anguish unconfessed. For when his spirit Was still hovering above It asked for kindness But was handed the cup of gall. And now that he"s coming back To the womb of his mother In lieu of the droop Inflicted by God's beings He hopes to find the scintillation of beauty That will smite the last anguish And back to where he came He'll find solace there.