Don't Allow the Lucid Moment to Dissolve

Don't allow the lucid moment to dissolve Let the radiant thought last in stillness though the page is almost filled and the flame flickers We haven't risen yet to the level of ourselves Knowledge grows slowly like a wisdom tooth The stature of a man is still notched high up on a white door From far off, the joyful voice of a trumpet and of a song rolled up like a cat What passes doesn't fall into a void A stoker is still feeding coal into the fire Don't allow the lucid moment to dissolve On a hard dry substance you have to engrave the truth