It Is

Divined more than thought
born outside tradition, never sought
not now new, nor without flaw
but no dogma, church or law
slow building, from empty feast
quiet building, without acolyte or priest
Greco-Latin of Plato and Rome
at last finding a world, a home.

Awareness on wind through eons fly
electric impulses in the nebula sky
hereafter forgotten, restful dark embrace
forgotten in memory, yet still a light space
fear then irrelevant, knowing is clear
peace then the object, irrelevant the fear.

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J. B. Hogan is a fiction writer and poet living in Fayetteville, Arkansas. He has a Ph.D. in English (Literature) from Arizona State University (1979) and worked for many years as a technical writer. His writing credits include the four-story fiction chapbook Near Love Stories online at www.cervenabarvapress.com (forthcoming) and short stories, poems, and creative or academic non-fiction in: Istanbul Literary Review, Admit 2, Every Day Fiction, Every Day Poetry, Ranfurly Review, Dead Mule, The Scruffy Dog Review, Smokebox, Aphelion, Rumble, The Swallow’s Tail, Poesia, Bewildering Stories, Avatar Review, Copperfield Review, Ascent Aspirations, Megaera, The Pedestal Magazine, Dogwood Journal, Mastodon Dentist, Poets Against War, The Square Table, Raving Dove, Mid-America Folklore Journal, Mobius, Viet Nam Generation, Flashback, and The Mark Twain Journal.

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