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WILD JOY: In The Dark Wood With Pan
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Midway this life we’re bound upon,
I woke to find myself in a dark wood,
where the right road was wholly lost and gone.
–Dante, The Inferno
Who if we cried would hear us
in the comic books of the gods?
Who would lead us with his dancing
through the melting woods?
Who would come to us, so rich in luck,
so pampered, daft, so gray around the muzzle?
Who would leap into the starry night,
whistling lullabies like comets croon the mysteries of light?
Only a dead god, loosed from dogma,
priests, dog mobs, and panics.
Never in the malls, or banks, or superstores
will the dead god dance us on our way.
Only in the turmoil of the inner forest,
only in the soundless turmoil of the stars.
The world’s too hot and slick,
but Pan can dance upon it, Pan
can lead us to the wilderness
of joy in living right.
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