for Alan Acacia
to keep myself company on the tile floor in the empty hall I whistle This little universe Empty except for myself and myself echoed back. * But in the chapel I have been fooled to think that the magesty and profundity of God, Lord, and Host is different from the stained glass above the high dark side pews and the gilt and scarlet of the crucifixion behind the marble altar.
25 April 1983