contemporary poetry

a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
it was the autumn of the year
just as my fingers on these keys
some of the hurts you have cured
very well, you liberals
not from the whole wide world
did you ever hear of
to be able to see every side of every question
you are my companion
give me hunger
brief on a flying night
i had a dream and i awoke with it
quietly, with reverance, in awe